Well, I was going to be a smart-alek and start this blog with all the trampoline injury statistics. And talk about my friend Terri, whose 4 year-old daughter Kate just broke her leg on the trampoline last week. But then I actually started reading said statistics and I got very nervous. Because look what we inherited from our Finnish neighbors moving back home:

We'll call you soon from the emergency room.
2 comments:
What's childhood without a few broken bones? I remember riding in the back window of our car, walking over a mile to school, no helmets on my bike - good grief - how did we ever survive? :)
good times..i still love crack the egg..
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