little e: Momma... do you remember... do you remember when we ate that sticky stuff and I rode on a cat, and G rode on a dog. Mine had a red saddle, and a bird looked down on us and we walked around. There were lots of people. We saw a pirate! G wanted to go on a big wheel, but couldn't because I was too small. So we rode again around and around and there was a horse, and you stood with me so I wouldn't fall. What was that sticky stuff?"
This was the Multnomah County Fair 18 months ago. The sticky stuff was cotton candy. The bird was an owl that roosts in the cover for the merry-go-round, which we rode many times. Sweetheart G was not able to go on the ferris wheel because little e was too short. And, yes, there was a pirate, several in fact. This lively account of the fair came out of no where... she hasn't mentioned it in at least a year. Oh the wonders of the 4 year old brain.
And Yes Big E is still sick. No worse, but no better.