Broken leg, day way too many

So we're sitting around the living room, waiting for the clock to strike 10 so we can go upstairs to bed (exciting lives, eh), when I realize that Jack made a big dessert last night, and we haven't had any yet tonight.

So, I ask, "Bread puddin'?"

And he responds, lovingly, "Apple dumplin'!"

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Thanks to redbackfur for stopping by yesterday, and bringing the tiny pie. I'm at the point now where the novelty of being home all the time is all gone ... and I'm sliding into a sad, depressed state.