texts: Mrs. Connelly. I'm Martin Bettes ...  Dr. Bettes. </s> <s> Not your name...  what are you telling me your name for!! Where is he? </s> <s> He's in the bathroom...  He's fine.
labels: Tell me how bad it is. I let him go out last night when it was so cool without an overshirt -- just and underone with just the straps and I know better...  and I let him talk me into it. He was whining and...  you don't need this. Give me a second to catch hold.