>Tank Sore

Well I just had to write this funny from Ella today. We had Taco Soup for supper and after she melted down from not wanting to drink (a normal everyday occurrence at our house) she was eating her soup and complaining that her lip hurt. So I went over to her and looked at her lip and sure enough she had chancre sore. (Yes I checked spell check and that is right. . .I think). So I told her just to eat our bread. She ate that and then came outside where I was helping Douglas sweep up the Live Oak leaves that have fallen on our abysmal-looking yard. So Ella came out and said to Douglas, “I didn’t finish my soup because I have a tank sore in my mouth.”


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