I got a call from Jill on her way home from her trip to the library. She went to look at the internets and connect with home (which until they find other housing is two rooms on the base--two rooms!! Five children!!! Dear God, woman! You are not made of stone--you must be ripping your hair out!).
So we end with a story about the four year old. She is questioning Jill about her allergies--"Mommy, what are you allergic to? Are you allergic to cats?? I fink I am allergic to airplanes. And jackets."
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