We headed north to Cape May for the Memorial Day weekend. Peter practiced all week waving his flag in anticipation of going to a "Small Town America" parade. However, we were disappointed to know that there weren't any parades. We played in the back yard, talked to the trees. Peter had his first accident, he cut his finger on a piece of glass He was a trooper, no tears, or even a wimper to let me know it happened. He effaced the tip of his finger and it could not be stitched. I learned that a bit of "Super Glue" quickly heals the wound.
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