ᎠᏆᏛᏅ, ᏣᏃᎮᏗ ᎨᏒ, ᏣᏓᏅᏖᏗᏍᎨᎢᏧ ᏕᏣᎪᎲ ᏚᏂᏰᏝᎸ ᏚᎾᏥᎶᎥ ᏂᏓᎾᏛ ᏗᏂᏲᏟ ᏗᎦᎶᎯᏍᏗ ᏓᎭᏦᎲᏴ, ᏧᏂᏍᏗ ᏥᎨᏎ ᏓᏳᏓᎴᏅᏓ?
I said, So the gist of your story is that you worry how many times during your rounds you can note knife cuts in wooden doorframes to memorialize the heights of children at various moments of infancy and still find it poignant?