Sick

Oli was hit by the stomach flu around bedtime last night. He looked at me as he was sick, asking me to solve this. So we had a quiet day, recuperating. He felt mostly ok, if a bit tired, and around 5, we went out for a small walk because he needed to move a bit. I stopped by the pharmacy to stock up on flu-related medications: if it hits one of us, chances are it will hit all of us!

In case you’re wondering: Henri hasn’t joined a death metal band. He just found some pens left by his brother. One of the perks of being the second child. If only he was as interested by pieces of food as he is by all that he shouldn’t eat!