Tag had a rough night of being sick. He threw up and pooped in Tag's room in the early morning hours. Tag was so worried that I would be upset with him. That poor kid is always terrified of disappointing me- makes me feel so bad. I made sure to remind him in the morning that Ike's accidents are in no way his fault. We cleaned it all up and Ike seemed to feel better as the day went out. When I went in Tag's room, I found the sweetest letter that he had written for me. Bless his sweet heart. Love him so much!
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