That Sounds Painful

(Earrings and Shoes: Plato’s Closet  Shirt and Camisole: Old Navy  Jeans: Old Navy Maternity)

So apparently my middle son has inherited my flare for drama and slight hypochondria.

Here is something I overheard him say the other day:

“My arm hurts because my bone is trying to stick out of my skin. Stay in there, bone!”

I was freaked out a little at first, but when I looked at him he was fine. Yowza.