After I chastised Joss today, she said, "I am NOT Hayve! I will not be Hayve!" It took me a while to understand she thought that I'd commanded her to "be Hayve" instead of "behave". Chloe's hitting the house plant right now with my wire whisk while singing "Everybody's a prophet". I'm guessing she's trying to sing "Follow the Prophet".
Tristan had a doctor's appointment today for his eye. He'll be getting his plumbing unclogged this spring so his eye doesn't goop up all of the time. He'll have to go under general anesthesia, but the procedure is simple after that. A blunt wire passed through the lacrimal duct, and then fluid is poured through to see if it ends up in the nose, as it's supposed to.
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