Caught Charlie running with scissors again.
He got sent to Time Out.
BooHoo!
#notreally
We are busy cleaning and organizing, getting our home ready for my mother,
who is moving in with us in March. Charlie wanted to help. We said no.
So he just sat around being sad, trying to make us feel bad.
Charlie was our first foster. Obviously and proudly, we foster failed with our first.
Charlie needed us. And we needed him.
xoxoxx
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