I started with 2 girls.
My furniture survived fine.
My doctor visits were about well-checks and minor infections.
The blood spilled was relatively minor at best.
Then I had a boy.
He climbs EVERYTHING.
He has NO FEAR.
My furniture is complaining.
My doctor visits are not about loose teeth and split lips.
I am cleaning blood out of clothing and off the floor.
But he is still sooooooooooo sweet and gives great kisses. And he LOVES his sisters too. And they love him.
We'll keep him.
We'll just get new furniture...=)
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