Marlo made it through the weekend without a midnight visit to the ER, thankfully, but she’s still too sick to go back to school. So sick that she just said to me, “I want a robotic robot that transforms into an ice cream truck that I can drive around in and it will smell so good.”
Yeah. We call this “being out of your effing gourd,” kid.
Coco has taken up residence on the floor next to her sick camp on the couch and routinely sits up to check on her. Where’s Chuck? Organizing his belly button lint collection in the basement.