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"God b' wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate." (Henry V, 5.1)
This made me think back to a dark day in my son's early babyhood, when he somehow slithered out of my grasp and fell head-first off the bed. Except he didn't know how to fly.
Lucky for me he was fine, but I definitely lost a few years off my life that day.
"Too bad Jonah didn't know that trick when he fell off the bed," I said to my daughter.
"Yeah. Maybe that's why he can't say his r's," she tossed off before heading upstairs.
I am scared for adolescence. Very scared.
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