For the love of air

by sarahmfry, January 10, 2009
Kids are being silly on my bed. I hear from the other room a very loud, very hard crash. I wait patiently as the wails begin to see which child will appear around the corner.

The wails belong to Karissa, who holds her tummy and presents her banged elbow for kisses. I kiss and coo awhile. She continues to hold her tummy and sobs..."It makes me want to not breave, it hurts so bad!"

"Well, then why don't you just stop breaving for awhile?"

(through sincere sobs) "I CAN'T!......I love to breave!"
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