"Mommy, Mommy!" yelled Owen as he came running to me with a Thomas the Tank Engine bandage in his hand.
"What's the matter? Are you hurt?" I said thinking there must be blood.
"I got fingerprints rubbed into me. Can you get them out?"
2018 week one - The first week of the year has slipped away. Slipped? Flown? Hmm, neither is accurate. It was a full week, an intense week of long phone calls dealing with...
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