It happens every spring. The first sign or spring knees also means bruised knees. Someone, usually Ethan, bites the dust. Poor guy, he held it together running all the way home, busted through the front door to alarm for help. With distinction the pitch of his voice say "I want mommy". He was so strong until I knelt down to evaluate the damage. Then the release of flooding tears. So... while I went to the drawer to grab the proper ointment and sanitation supplies, couldn't help but grab my 'picture maker' ( thats what Ethan calls a camera) to savor this moment of the first sign spring knees this year.


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