Hi. My name is Bella. A few days ago, I cracked my eye on the edge of a table, leaving me with a blue and green shiner. Then, yesterday, I fell, and scraped my leg and got a Barbie band aid. Today, I had surgery on both my trigger thumbs, and an IV put in my foot. But did that get me down? No. Life was good. Life was fine. Do you know what upset me? When the dr wrote on my palms. He marked the point of incision, and I cried and cried and cried. I mean, does this man have ANY idea how much trouble I get in for drawing on my hands? I wrote a formal letter of complaint, to have all blue removed from the surgical unit. Couldn't he of used a sticker?
Needless to say, life was fine, until that man pulled out that stupid BLUE PEN!
Love,
Bella
Age 2
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