Being a mother of 3 boys there are certain things I have come to expect. The house will be noisy unless they are eating. They will hit, punch and kick each other. There will be stitches, bloody noses and road rash. They will pee on the floor 50% of the time. I will just blindly accept these traits as living with boys.
So when I heard Tucker scream from the garage I didn't panic. But, then the scream sounded somewhat different. I found my middle child with his tongue stuck to the shelf of the freezer. All I could think of was Christmas story. By the time I got back with warm water to defrost my sons tongue, he was out of the freezer. His tongue still attached to his mouth. "I'm OK", Tucker said. I am so glad he is.
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