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Tuesday, August 23, 2005
A Matter of Interpretation
The other day, Rei had one of her many trips and tumbles. She came crying to me for a cuddle and comfort. Wondering if it was a stubbed toe, bumped head or scratched knee, I asked her where she hurt herself. She pointed and answered: "In the kitchen."