(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.