Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say!
This morning, RJ spent a full five minutes being chased by a spot that moved around, but only on the wooden floor. This made getting dressed for school quite complicated and was only partially solved by a desperate attempt to cover the spot with his pajamas. Apparently, as soon as he got near the pajamas, the spot came out from underneath and he was off again.
In other unrelated news, my legs are finally feeling a bit more normal and less like twisted stumps of pain. One of the drawbacks of LR learning to ride her bike was that I needed to run to keep beside her. She spent a lot of time riding on the weekend. Looks like I’m going to need a new bike sometime very soon.
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