I was wrong.
Once we got in the van and dropped daddy back off at work, Rhett started really crying. He was pulling his left ear and telling me it hurt. "weally bwad". When I got him out of the van his little ear was bright red.
Now as I lay here in the recliner holding him, I can actually hear it crackling and smell the goop coming out of it.
I feel so bad and he is so miserable. So much for a fun night.
At least we got a cute picture with Flash the Fox.....
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