Momma Joy

You are sick my babies.  Colds and snuffles and no sleep.  Poor Kai, you cannot breathe through your nose at all.  I took you to the grocery store briefly as we needed supplies rather urgently, and not even the balloon offered by the cashier helped you cheer up.  Apparently even A.A. Milne can we wrong sometimes: “Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.”  Sick babies are the exception, I suppose.