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Sam's been laid up with some sort of coughing-fever-crud for the past three days, and we're both getting a little stir-crazy.

He keeps waving his sneakers at me, and saying, "Shoes?" in a sad, can’t-we-please-go-the-playground voice. You try explaining germs and contagion and the likelihood of being run off the park by an angry mob of mothers to a two-year old. I've tried, and he isn't buying a word of it.

Posted 01 February 2006 at 12:57 PM