Lily has a little cut above her lip. I think she either got it from a tissue or from a fingernail. It's not bad, but is of course timed perfectly for the pictures they're planning to take tomorrow. In any case, my tall girl person has been putting some Neosporin on it. Before bed this evening, Lily asked for some medicine and Katie obliged. After being put to bed, Lily started crying. More like whimpering, not really crying. This was the conversation that transpired when Katie checked on her.
Katie: "What's wrong?"
Lily: "I need medicine."
Katie "We just put some medicine on your cut. You don't need any more."
Lily: Whimpering continues. "I need a tissue."
Katie: "Why do you need a tissue?"
Lily: "Because I'm kind of sad that I can't have medicine."
16 years ago
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