Just a quick broken-bone update: Luke is scheduled to get his cast on Wednesday. It's a good thing too, because he's not supposed to get his temporary cast wet, and even though I bagged it and taped it and wrapped a diaper around it to absorb water, it somehow got soaked in the bathtub tonight. Clearly we are cast novices around here.
Tonight Dave took Zach out for a walk and they walked past a woman with a tiny bichon frise. Zach pointed at it and said, "Not...a real...dog." He spoke clearly enough for the woman to hear him because her reaction was to laugh and protest indignantly at the same time: "He is a real dog!"
Woof.
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