Still no baby. He remains trapped in that fortress of bedding and IV tubes, with smiley scrub-bedecked nurses as his captors.
Maybe in a couple days.
This is a drag.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
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3 comments:
Hopefully your son will come home soon. We are rooting for you.
Unfortunately this isn't the type of fortress you can storm. Their scalding devices are very powerful.
Thanks for the well-wishes, Mr. "I skipped out on lunch with Erik Larsen..."
Yeah, I want to hijack this comment line to say "What's up with that? He's Erik Larsen. I made up like five comics while I was typing this...
And baby Richmond is a little angry too. He told me so. And when he comes home, he said something about "Sleepy... no more Blues Clues..."
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