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	<title>Comments on: The Little Key to My Heart</title>
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	<description>Seriousness is overrated.</description>
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		<title>By: Lisa</title>
		<link>http://allrileyedup.com/2009/02/21/the-little-key-to-my-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-4190</link>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 02:01:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ahhh, poor little guy.  He is probably the coolest kid in class though with those xray copies!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ahhh, poor little guy.  He is probably the coolest kid in class though with those xray copies!</p>
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		<title>By: MaryWitzl</title>
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		<dc:creator>MaryWitzl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 05:58:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your poor son!  My kids used to fall out of bed all the time. They were used to sleeping on the floor and found the whole idea of a bed too much to cope with. But at least he's got a bunch of x-rays to show around. And a cool new sling.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your poor son!  My kids used to fall out of bed all the time. They were used to sleeping on the floor and found the whole idea of a bed too much to cope with. But at least he&#8217;s got a bunch of x-rays to show around. And a cool new sling.</p>
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		<title>By: Kristen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kristen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 23:07:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I look forward to the post about all being perfectly well again! Nothing like realizing that you let your son walk around with a broken clavicle... Glad he's going to be all right.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I look forward to the post about all being perfectly well again! Nothing like realizing that you let your son walk around with a broken clavicle&#8230; Glad he&#8217;s going to be all right.</p>
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		<title>By: Painted Maypole</title>
		<link>http://allrileyedup.com/2009/02/21/the-little-key-to-my-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-4153</link>
		<dc:creator>Painted Maypole</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 22:33:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>oh, oof.  that's a painful way to earn any cred at all.

Thanks for stopping by my place.  Imagine me throwing you beads and even a few stuffed animals (if I can wrench them away from my daughter)

and I checked out your "me, me, me" page - and your Harry Potter song?  I think I may be in love.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>oh, oof.  that&#8217;s a painful way to earn any cred at all.</p>
<p>Thanks for stopping by my place.  Imagine me throwing you beads and even a few stuffed animals (if I can wrench them away from my daughter)</p>
<p>and I checked out your &#8220;me, me, me&#8221; page - and your Harry Potter song?  I think I may be in love.</p>
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		<title>By: Mary</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 21:34:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is so sweet, and he sounds so much like my son.  I can picture him brandising the xrays.

I think you deserve a lot of Mom cred.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is so sweet, and he sounds so much like my son.  I can picture him brandising the xrays.</p>
<p>I think you deserve a lot of Mom cred.</p>
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		<title>By: Lori</title>
		<link>http://allrileyedup.com/2009/02/21/the-little-key-to-my-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-4148</link>
		<dc:creator>Lori</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 16:06:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As much as my young one loves to fall and bump into things, I'm surpised he hasn't broken his clavicile or some other bone.  

I remember how guilty I felt as a teen, when the little girl I was babysitting, jumped out of a swing and broke hers.  But when my younger brother broke his, back in the day, it was kind of funny.  We were youngsters, 7-10.  My brother, who was a little skinny, runt of a kid, had been playing touch football and having the game of his young life, when a neighborhood kid we called, "Big Junior" fell on him.  That pretty much ended my brother's interest in football.  Even after his clavicle mended, he became strictly a baseball and basketball kind of guy (smile).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As much as my young one loves to fall and bump into things, I&#8217;m surpised he hasn&#8217;t broken his clavicile or some other bone.  </p>
<p>I remember how guilty I felt as a teen, when the little girl I was babysitting, jumped out of a swing and broke hers.  But when my younger brother broke his, back in the day, it was kind of funny.  We were youngsters, 7-10.  My brother, who was a little skinny, runt of a kid, had been playing touch football and having the game of his young life, when a neighborhood kid we called, &#8220;Big Junior&#8221; fell on him.  That pretty much ended my brother&#8217;s interest in football.  Even after his clavicle mended, he became strictly a baseball and basketball kind of guy (smile).</p>
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		<title>By: Maddy</title>
		<link>http://allrileyedup.com/2009/02/21/the-little-key-to-my-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-4147</link>
		<dc:creator>Maddy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 15:34:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes, my eldest daughter broke her clavicle - went over the top of the bikes handlebars = very nasty and jolly painful.  I think guilt just goes with the territory.  It's a pretty extreme way of getting street cred, but he certainly stepped up to the plate.  Let's hope you don't have another visit for a while.
Best wishes</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, my eldest daughter broke her clavicle - went over the top of the bikes handlebars = very nasty and jolly painful.  I think guilt just goes with the territory.  It&#8217;s a pretty extreme way of getting street cred, but he certainly stepped up to the plate.  Let&#8217;s hope you don&#8217;t have another visit for a while.<br />
Best wishes</p>
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		<title>By: Scott aka SRH</title>
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		<dc:creator>Scott aka SRH</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 06:16:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You are quite the writer.  This is a wonderful example of the tug between being happy of the maturation and the loss of times gone by.  Give the little one a soft hug from all of us in cyberland and wish him a speedy recovery.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are quite the writer.  This is a wonderful example of the tug between being happy of the maturation and the loss of times gone by.  Give the little one a soft hug from all of us in cyberland and wish him a speedy recovery.</p>
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		<title>By: Sharla</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sharla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 05:20:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Aaah, poor little guy.  And poor mommy.  I hope he gets feeling better soon!  My 8 year old likes to sit next to me and watch The Bachelor (and no, not really sure this is a good thing) but he snuggles me and tells me who he would pick.  I love those snuggle moments.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Aaah, poor little guy.  And poor mommy.  I hope he gets feeling better soon!  My 8 year old likes to sit next to me and watch The Bachelor (and no, not really sure this is a good thing) but he snuggles me and tells me who he would pick.  I love those snuggle moments.</p>
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		<title>By: janet</title>
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		<dc:creator>janet</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 21:24:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ouch! Poor little dude.

My boy stopped holding my hand and accepting public kisses from me in Kindergarten. Five years later, he still snuggles next to me on the couch when none of his peeps are around. I'll take what I can get.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ouch! Poor little dude.</p>
<p>My boy stopped holding my hand and accepting public kisses from me in Kindergarten. Five years later, he still snuggles next to me on the couch when none of his peeps are around. I&#8217;ll take what I can get.</p>
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