mother’s little helpers

I seem to have picked up Claire’s cold. It’s mostly manifesting as a fiercely sore throat. All hail over-the-counter painkillers. If it weren’t for the Tylenol I’ve been knocking back this evening, the girls would have been given away.

The best part of the day was sitting on the floor of the preschool, chatting to Molly, Ethan, Ada and Claire. Although shopping with Quinn at Rainbow was also fun. I bought pie!

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