Bryce and I were talking about how much alcohol was in the ice cream drink at the taste of dishntunes.com (we couldn't taste any). Then I look over and see Bryce feeding Lincoln some scoops. Me- "Bryce, alcohol?" Bryce- "Shit!"
Playing with vintage kitchen set (working on standing up). Link grabs a wood block painted like spaghetti. Bryce and I talk. When we look back he has little paint chips all over his mouth.
Together we took Link out to the galleries in Lincoln yesterday with 30-40 mile hour gusts of wind. Today he has a fever. I'm not sure if it is connected but still we feel awful.
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