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Memory #123
So if you think my mom ever took on the role as mama bear with me you have not seen her when Sambo got hurt. Sam was definitely my mom's baby boy. This one time Sam and I were goofing off in the game room playing some game or watching television, I don't know but we had these bean bag chairs that we were sitting in. These bean bag chairs were pressed up against our coffee table, so that we could lean on them but be propped up so that we could see the TV. (What a kid thing to do) So there we are goofing off upstairs when Sam starts getting up and then throwing himself at the bean bag chair and we were both laughing as if this was the funniest thing that could ever have happened. I was still laughing so Sam took that as a sign to continue throwing himself at the bean bag chair but this particular time the bean bag chair slipped out from underneath him and he ended up smacking the back of his head on the coffee table. I screamed, he screamed especially when blood started to appear. You better believe my parents were racing upstairs. My mom immediately ran to my brother, full of panic and full of that mother instinct. I remember that when Sam came back with staples in his head my mom informed me of Sam's super cool status because he now had metal keeping his head together. Which I instantly believed and then I was jealous that I didn't have staples in my head, which is a really weird thing to be jealous about...
Love always,
Erin
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