poor little sick boy
basket rides from awesome big brother hudson
sunny and i stared in shock and horror at the cat scratching on the glass. we’d gotten quite sick of all of this cat’s shenanigans a week ago, and dropped it off at uncle mitch and aunt dana’s farm a mile and a half down the road, but unfortunately it had returned.
watching daddy out the door just wasn’t good enough for sunny, so i bundled her up and sent her out to help
“oh, i’m not supposed to climb up on the cupboard and play turn the water on all the way hot?”