Back in the garage once more, this time playing Playmobil with Dad and Mom in front of the heater. Just past Libby's foot, you can see the flower shop made of Legos. The wild-haired thing emerging from the green blanket is me.
Libby was sharing her "grapies."
Abby decided we needed a to make a hospital for the ambulance to bring patients to.
Here is me pressing my palm to my forehead as if to say "what in the hell happened to the hair on top of my head?"
The hospital. Only the little boy gets a bed, (he jumped off the top of an ice cream truck and broke his leg and both arms. Don't ask.) Front row, left to right, diagnosed by Abby: Puking a lot, had something wrong with his kidney, arm shot off, really high fever ,(as high as you can get, up to infinity.) Back row, left to right, diagnosed by Abby: eating ice cream w/aforementioned little boy and fell off a roof, broke his leg and both of his arms in the Army, something wrong with heart beating. The blond guy laying on fever-dude is the nurse. According to Abby, he fell over.
