Well, let me tell you folks: that shit's real!
I mean it's practically on his eyebrow too!
Only this was a little different. Tater had an existing small scratch right on that spot. On the way home from
Oh my god! Was he unconscious!!!!!?
I called to Tater at a red light to give me some sign of life! He moved his hand. I couldn't see his face since he's still rear-facing, but knowing he was responsive made me feel so much better. When I got home, I was confronted with that big ass bloody spot!
No crying, screaming, or curling into the fetal position like his wimpy Mama did the other night. No depression. He was still happy go lucky Tater!
I could learn a few things from this little Tater Tot! - Shirley (Mama Ruff)
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