After an incident that happened earlier this afternoon that resulted in Keegan having a pretty nasty gash on his right pinkie finger and a trip to the walk-in clinic to assure a whoozy, slightly nauseous mother that no stitches were required, my two boys have been inseparable for the last 4 hours. (You can't even guess how many times it took me to spell "nauseous". I had to look it up. Even just now, I had to look at what I had just written.) They are even having a sleep-over in Keegan's room. About 5 minutes ago, they came rushing in, quinn carrying a piece of paper in his hand:
All is forgiven.
P.S. I love you.
P.P.S. Rilly All is forgiven.
Come on! I think I have the two sweetest boys on the planet. And they are certainly very lucky to have each other.