[/caption]Lotta has another cold. Ugh. The kind where she sounds all rattley and wheezy, which I just absolutely can not stand. It seems to bother me a whole heck of a lot more than it bothers Lotta. A few mornings ago when Lotta woke up I asked if she wanted to share with Ben what she had watched the night before. Immediately, she said, "Moon!" "Oh, that is a great guess, but no, not the moon," I encouraged her. "Duck! Duck! Duck!" she exclaimed as if she were a guest on a game show. "Oh another good guess, but no, we saw the train." For some reason, the train seemed somewhat of a let down after the possibility of the moon and ducks.
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