Today was such a beautiful (and not oppressively hot) day that we HAD to go to the zoo. We were not the only people with this idea... You appear to still love giraffes more than all the other animals...and (the first five bites of) ice cream more than giraffes, and carousels more than ice cream.
We left the zoo imagining that we were going home, but since we passed the Please Touch Museum, we decided to stop there...ya know, why not completely overdo it, right? We had a great time there, Yanira might have had more fun than you did. You humored her with a tea party (I kid) and we went food shopping, and shoe shopping... I really love that museum.
When we got home, you seemed incredibly sick. Like, sick in a way that you hadn't when we were out. You took a nap and woke up so sick. You wouldn't let me take your temperature, but you would let me talk on it as a phone. Appreciated, Mister.
I had to go to work...again...and you had water and bubble fun with Yanira. When I got home I was super sick feeling and grumpy...and you and I kind of passed the grump back and forth until we decided it was time for you to go to sleep. How is it that I always forget that the mood that makes me the most incensed by you is the one that is you telling me you need to sleep?!
Let's both feel all better tomorrow, OK? I don't want to have to go to the doctor...wahhhhh....
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