I just got home from a little art market thingy and found that Mason got a black eye (or something) while the babysitter was here. Hmmmmm. I can't decide if I'm worried about it, or not.
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4 comments:
OOOH, ouch! Poor little guy.
DOn't be worried. I think my boys pretty much had a constant black eye until they were 4.
The babysitter didn't say anything? Man, I did a lot of babysitting when I was young, and I felt the need to disclose pretty much everything, 'cause I was so worried about getting blamed for stuff (I think there were a lot of those hidden cameras placed on babysitters at the time--it seemed like it on the news, at least--so I didn't want to be expected of abuse or anything). Maybe you should whip out a hidden camera?
I didn't even recognize him! I would call and ask her what happened .... it seems weird that she wouldn't say anything, maybe she didn't notice it ! ?
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