Our kiddo has a yellow, tube-slide-kinda runny nose. Probably just a cold, but still, not-so-much fun. Maybe a little better than the three shots the kid got yesterday. But nothing like a piece of Babushka cutletta. Yum.
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So we went to the park. Alexander's little friends said they could handle the little snot-nose, and Mama could handle a little inteligent adult conversation.
A few months ago, Z would climb to the top of the jungle gym, sit on the slide, then turn around & climb back down the stairs. Today, today was the day. Alexander fell in love with sliding down the slide. Yeah, good snotty times.
And then, we headed home. To a fever. Ugh. At least the kid had a little fun before the sickness...
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