Monday, November 5, 2012

Recovering

Our family is fighting a bug. Evan brought it home, and it has now moved through Issa and on to Daddy and I. It's nothing serious--just an annoying cough. Saturday, though, I finally decided to take a nap and try to kick it. I woke up to this:
It reads, "Der Mom. I am sad you are sik. Sad. Sad. Sad. Sad. Sad. Hrt is sad."

As pitiful as it is, it is also so sweet. I think I'll keep her.

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