Postcards From Dickens...
A Tale Of Two Gordon's...
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
He was the best of health, he was the worst of health.
He had a moderate fever, he had his highest fever.
He went to daycare, he was sent home from daycare.
He ate nearly nothing, he vomited more than everything.
He couldn't get into the doctors, he was in and out of Children's Emerg.
He slept all night, he wouldn't stay awake much during the day.
He was on his way to daycare, he stayed home from daycare.
His mom went to work, his dad stayed home.
He was the cutest of babies, he was the crankiest of babies.
He was put to bed at 7, he's still awake at 8...
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