Today while I sat in the waiting room waiting for Beckett to go in for x-rays, I said to him, “I’m Perry the Platypus,” he answered, “No Mom, Ballou is Perry the Platypus.” I said, “Why aren’t you and why aren’t I?” And he said, “Because I’m sick mom and so are you, so we can’t be Perry the Platypus, because he’s not sick, so Ballou has to be because he’s not sick.” It made me cry. Beckett is feeling better, sound asleep and I will soon crawl in beside him and go to sleep myself.
Doug and Frank (and Ballou) are camping again, and Beck and I will stay here, cuddle and get better.
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