Zachary was wearing a necklace made of uncooked Ziti noodles that he made in Sunday School when he wiped out head first on the ground. When he got up there was a crushed noodle under where his mouth had landed. Zachary only cries if the pain is really bad. He cried. So I knew something was coming. Sure enough later in the day I noticed this blood blister on his lip. Poor guy.
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