Report from the Front Lines

Bump was still feeling poorly yesterday, so I took a sick day and gave him the day off. Funny thing about taking a sick day when you're not actually sick: it's a lot like a vacation day.

(Huh. Maybe I should have taken a vacation day. Is it kosher to take a sick day because your childcare provider is ill?)

We went to the playground in the morning; we swam in the pool in the afternoon. It was a lovely day.

At lunchtime, Lumpyhead informed me that this is eleven.
I agreed. Then he told me that this is twelve.
Instead of correcting him, I ran and got my camera.