You wanted a tulip from my bouquet...you look cuter with them than I...
So, what seems to have happened is that all of the cold viruses that ever were seem to have set up camp in our bodies. Like a retreat. I'm pretty sure that snot was sent from the underworld and their central processing is in our sinuses. In case we're studied for the cure, mark the date that this was hypothesized...
What can I say, you cuted all day long despite feeling like rot. You cute cuter on sick days than most people do in their whole lives, Mister Man, well done. The animals are being incredibly good to you, you're a brilliantly toddler mix of being wonderful to them and being a terror...they're taking it and seem to love you more for it. I need sleep. You seem to not. I love you. That's all I've got.
A-a-aaa-aaaaaaaaaaa-CHOOO!
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