Of course we are missing Bluet very much right now, but this picture cheered me up just now. On Wednesday morning Bluet woke at 6, crying "I need a band-aid" (plaster) over and over again. I went and got her and took her into our room - there was nothing wrong with her, so it must've been a bad dream. But she still wanted a plaster and I didn't have any. So I gave her some duct tape which I did have lying around, and told her it was a plaster. She insisted that she had to stick it to her lip. So here is Bluet with a moustache.
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