All Better

There was joy in our house last night in the form of two small Queen’s.  One small enough to sit in the crook of my arm and gurgle her approval of all antics.  The other small enough to make us laugh with her “d” sounding “F’s”.

While the husband also known as “Po” is having a medical procedure done today he isn’t really “sick”.   But for some reason Queen Grace O’Malley decided to be the doctor last night when he pretended to be asleep.  She went to her little pink bowl of M&Medicine and took one over, put it in his mouth and kissed his cheek.

What better medicine is there?

None.   Absolutely none.