Leo has the chicken pox this week. At the moment it is my turn to be home with him a couple of days. Lucky for me, this is also the same time that the temperatures dropped between -15 c and -20c. Leo and I sit at the window, drinking hot chocolate and waving at all the shivering people. A perfect winter’s day.
On a side note, Leo does not appreciate my chicken jokes. He got a bit upset when I asked if there were eggs in his bed and also when I said that I thought I saw feathers growing on him. Max should be catching this in the next week or so. I bet I can get him to cluck. Sickness is only fun if you can entertain with it.