Alice seems to have contracted the cold Porter’s been harboring since our return from Seattle. She’s been coughing little Alice coughs and leaking from her diminutive proboscis. Luckily she slept well this morning so she weathered the trip to Porter’s O.T. pretty well, staying with me in the waiting room.
Flashing her baby blues.
Uh, oh, the plane’s going down. Babyzilla’s got it in her crushing grip.