Getting to 107 weeks was a hurdle, I can tell you. Here is a picture of me having a popsicle to help my lip. I guess I could get a popsicle anytime by careering into a door jamb, but it does not seem worth it.
That was last week. This week Mum and I got sick. I lost count of the number of pairs of pants that got wiped out by containment failure by each of us, which means it was more than two each. Dad had to scrub a lot of carpet and wash a lot of bed sheets and girls' clothes. I got another popsicle, and that one wasn't worth it either.
So far Dad has not got sick, which is good.
Edwin didn't get sick either.
I have decided I like my Dad best of all the people I know.
Mum was a bit upset by this revelation.
You did not have to cry, Mum, I do love you, really.
You just pay an awful lot of attention to my inferior sibling,
instead of me, you know?
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