Blowing & Drifting

In that wonderful gap between coming home and having dinner, the girls and I usually play upstairs. Today, Vivi just tooled around in her hat, brandishing books, cooking at the toy stove, and doing other baby stuff. Julia, on the other hand, played hospital with me, which entailed her laying in bed, trying to look ill. "Daddy, come and take care of me. You must take care of me, because I am very sick. My hair hurts! My eyes hurt! My teeth and ears hurt! Give me some medicine!" I pretended to give her a shot, and put her leg in a "cast" (one of my old socks with the foot cut off). It may not seem like cutting-edge medicine, but it cured her. Tomorrow, maybe we can play Black Death!