He saw 7 patients on a Saturday because we set up an event just for moms.
He went to lunch with us.
He ran errands.
He came home and worked on the goat pen.
He ate dinner at 7:30 (we usually eat at 5:30) and then he heard a little voice say “papa…will you tuck me in?”
I responded that I would do it because he just sat down and she was disappointed (I’m the chopped liver now!) but he said he’d do it because he wouldn’t always be so popular.
And so they did their tuck in routine with “magic blanket” who is a talking blanket that covers the High Plainsgirl…