Chalk this up to those things they do "not"
warn you about when your child gets cancer!
Now that he's done with his treatment, we are
getting out more and more.
The other night I took Kean with me on an
errand for Byron.
He threw the biggest ever-mother-loving fit
when I tried to put him into the shopping cart.
Yes, he looks perfectly content in these pictures--
I couldn't very well take any of him while he was
clawing at me, screaming bloody murder
and climbing up over my shoulders to get away
from the "thing".
Not quite what I expected. Guess he has
no memory of grocery carts. After all,
it has been over three years since he's seen one.
On to the next adventure, eh?
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