
With every day our odds are improving that our oldest will get better and we can get out of the house. I would say return to normal but I don't think our lives are ever normal.
With everyday our odds are improving that our youngest will feel better and stop wearing a box for a hat.

With every day the odds are improving the chances that the cat will no longer have to wear Mardi Gras beads. Boy does that piss her off, but it sure entertains my kids.

With everyday my chicken noodle soup is getting better.
With everyday our chances of getting to sled in the new snow are better.
And finally with everyday our odds of not being sick anymore are far better. I mean this does have to end at some point, Right ?
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Don't deny the boy his boxhat privileges. That can only lead to trouble later in life. :)
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