I feel the need to say that, since my last few posts were actually sent by Maria from my phone. Obviously she really needs to keep working on this blogging thing, because what she posted was pretty much what you might expect from someone who can't put her own pants on and speaks in three word sentences. I deleted most of them but kept one representational work. At least she's keeping her calls local these days.
We're sorta sick. I can't tell if this is one big virus that keeps coming back with badass reinforcements or a bunch of little viruses attacking my T cells with primitive spears, but in the end it's all the same. Sore throat, snotty nose, and a general lack of any will to carry on.
Kurt's face is better, however!
Not only that, but he lost a tooth!
For those keeping track, it's one of the first two that he got.
No the tooth fairy did not come because 1) I have absolutely no clue where that tooth went and 2) I did try to tell him about the concept of the tooth fairy but the look he gave me made me think I just needed to stop. Plus, I'm working on Santa Claus right now, and I don't want to confuse him by adding yet ANOTHER magical person who breaks into houses to leave things for kids instead of just using Fedex like a normal person. Santa is at the top of the magical/criminal person hierarchy as far as I'm concerned.
As my cold medicine is kicking in, I must depart before I face plant onto the keyboard. More soon!