Poor Evie is feeling a little under the weather today. Thankfully she had a flu shot last month, and she has no fever or other signs of anything serious, so it’s probably just a little change-of-weather cold. I did find this on her door when I went up to her room this afternoon:
Note especially the tears of unhappiness, not depicting reality — Evie spent most of the morning happily playing with her brother and croaking orders at him like a pint-sized Lauren Bacall. Doth the artist not bare her pitiful, miserable soul?