
This was to have been my first "Wordless Wednesday" post...last Wednesday, obviously. I'd gotten tired of trying to round up whatever medicine Elvis needed at any certain moment and just thrown them all in a basket to keep nearby.
Years of living with kids from the foster care system have made me a little nuts. Despite having adopted some kids, they constantly remind me, in so many little subversive ways, that I'm not the REAL momma and I never will be, no matter how hard I try.
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I like the m&ms there. That's my kind of good medicine!
Elvis LOVES M&Ms. That's one of our tests of how sick he is. If he refuses M&Ms, he's S.I.C.K. He ate some Wednesday night but refused them after that.
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