One of my coworkers fell ill this week. She’s already on the mend, but both girls were immensely interested in and worried about her. Being inclined to create “cowds” (as Vivi says) for any and every occasion, they both got right to work on making get well cards for her.
Julia’s card was pretty and relatively conventional (though I did have to pare back her 1,000 word essay on being sick and getting better), but Vivi’s? Whoo boy. I’m not sure that faces with stringy hair, two-color noses, and scary-clown grins will cheer anybody up very much, but on the one hand Vivi means well, and on the other hand, any illness will seem less bad than whatever happened to this guy.
And little kid karma is very effective