Margot: OK, dad. Now you puke. Go.
Andy: Heeeeecccchhhmmmmaaay. Booochaaaaaw.
Margot: Oh that’s bad. You OK, honey?
Ruby: You all done puking daddy?
Andy: Yeah, but my belly still hurts.
Ruby: I make you tummy tea and get the oils.
Margot: No. You have a fever.
Andy: Really? Shoot. How hot?
Margot: 50 degrees! I got it. Here’s a bandage.
Andy: Oh now I’m bleeding?
Ruby: Oh no we need go to the hostible! I get keys. Actually, I go get nother bandage. Here you go daddy. Margot, get me a pin.
Andy: That looks like a photograph.
Ruby: Pretend, dad. It’s a pin.
Margot: Uh Oh. Hhhmmmuaaaaaaaaah.
Andy: Wait, now you’re throwing up? Nurse, you have to help the doctor. She’s puking.
Ruby: Let’s call your mom. Let me get a baby and a necklace. Here. Open your mouth. Wider, wider. OK. Is that clean? OK?
Margot: OK. Here’s the real doctor, the big doctor. I got it. All done puking. Let’s read a book.
Andy: OK girls. PJ time.
Ruby: Bah bah black sheep have you any wolves. Yes sir yes sir…
Andy: Rubes, seriously pal.
Ruby: three bags full! One for the mister and one for the day and…
Margot: Ruby, you should listen to daddy. It’s world kindness week.
Ruby: one for the little boy who lives by the lake!
Andy: No, we aren’t reading a book until we pick up. Our house is a disaster.
Ruby: Sorry Margot. Us not do anyfing fun because our home is disaster. And disaster not kind.
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In this busy month of sewing and sewing and mailing, I am often working while my three people are together. I love that my studio is in my home because, when I am not making pancakes or reading books or playing airplane, I get to hear it. It’s a funny and fabulous way to witness my family, actually.
