The wave of sickness has hit us again. Caton and I were feeling under the weather last weekend, Jack has been a snotty, croupy, drooling mess these last few days and this is the first thing I heard from Layla this morning:
Layla: (crying)
Me: What's wrong sweetie?
Layla: (more crying) I can't smell my nose!
Translation: Layla woke up sick with a stuffy nose. Poor little girl!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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