We have this nightly pillow fight ritual around here (yes, right before bed, and amazingly it WORKS in the opposite of the traditional advice of "don't get too wound up before bed"--instead it totally wears them out). But once in a while, it gets a bit rough and ends with someone getting hurt. One night this week, it was Papa. The self-proclaimed "Monster Ezra" bit him on the nose. Once the blood stopped gushing (seriously), he needed a bandaid. And then so did everyone else, of course. So here's the wounded, the culprit, and the sympathizer--all bandaged up. Look at Ezra's face!
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Greetings! I'm Amanda Blake Soule - mother of five, author of three books on family creativity, and editor-in-chief of Taproot Magazine. I live with my family in an old farmhouse in Western Maine where we raise animals, grow vegetables and make lots of things. I write about it all here on the blog. Thank you for visiting!
