Evey has been picked up. Next stop: gotta go get the Bub.
We've arranged a spaghetti dinner at the farm, so the food issue for tonight has been resolved.
The bath thing? Still trying to figure out if the car wash is an option.
Evey was off the charts today (which means she was really good at school), and is still happy, overall. It'll probably be tonight before she realizes that Mom's not giving her a bath, and Mom is actually NOT HERE.
She did ask me when we got home, "Is Mom on an airplane?" and I said, "Yeah, sweetie," and she just sort of frowned.
The tooth hasn't fallen out yet.
Please, please… no one get sick for the next seven days…
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