"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?"
Tuesday - I’m up early, enjoying the quiet morning light in my studio. The neighborhood crows woke up about the same time I did and immediately jumped on their socia...
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