Dear Kylan, today you were running around the house with Joey, slipped and fell in the kitchen and cut the inside of your top lip. You bled quite a bit but didn't cry much until dinner when you kept crying because of the ketchup on your hotdogs. You wouldn't stop eating though and ate three whole hotdogs, screaming every time the ketchup touched your lip.
Dear Joey, tonight you ran right into our porch railing and put a small hole in your head. You bled and cried quite a bit and then wanted a bandaid. When Kylan saw your bandaid his lip started hurting and he had to have one too. Thank goodness for bandaids, they make everything better.
Dear Hannah, you rock!
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