"Dad! Do you know why I'm dressed already?"
Some incoherent grunting from the bed.
"Because we're going fishing! Get up!"
And that is how Christmas Eve morning was spent with two girls snug in bed while two boys braved the cold to catch some fish. It's also how Daddy ended up being in charge of Max with his overtired meltdowns that evening during all the festivities. Not Mommy's problem, nope.
I think this bronchitis is finally on it's way out. Everyone is still coughing and no one feels at their best just yet, but outside of Daddy who was the last to get sick, the rest of us seem to be moving up. Now, just how long until we can all breath deeply without coughing? That's the question!
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