Animal Hospital

Listening to Yali and Patience play on my bed with their stuffed animal babies early Saturday morning while I still try to sleep…

“Patience! Don’t touch him! He’s quarantine! Patience, say, ‘Why?’”

“Why?”

“Because he throwed up last night.”

“Oh!”

“Aw. We will take good care of him. Patience, say that.”

Garbly-garble garble.

“AH! Patience! His bathtub is on fire!”

Profuse howling.