8am at the smith's

amelia excitedly wondered if her outfit matched.  my reply, “um, no.  nice try.  go change your shirt.”


wilbur was on the verge of tears because his leg was hurting.  “maybe it’s growing and stretching,” i told him.  after i held him for a few minutes, it was better.  hmm…


orville was still cozy in his bed.  


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