This week, Scott threw his back out. Which sucks. Except then this happened:
He’d been laid up for a day or so, and she asked for what had to have been the thousandth time for him to come play with her. Again, he declined (though I kind of love the way it so clearly pains him to say no to her) again explaining: “My back hurts, Tiny. I don’t feel good.” Only this time it clicked.
“Your back hurts Daddy? Well, I can help, I’m a Doctor!” she proudly proclaimed, and then promptly headed off to her room to grab her “Doctor Box.”
For a few minutes, it was kind of like his back didn’t hurt any more. And I was reduced to a ridiculous puddle of mush, so there was that.
Did you hear how Mark-Paul Gosselaar called Saved By The Bell “not a great show”? Well, I did, and it offended me, and I wrote about it for MamaPop.
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