When Clara came home, she felt terribly sorry for me. She asked me over and over if it hurt, and became angry at the doctor for hurting me and giving me a shot. After snuggling with me for a few minutes, she disappeared upstairs for a while.
When she came back down, she gave me a big smile, and handed me this.
The picture of course is me, shopping at Marshall's with a hurt foot. (Which is why she says I am sticking my foot out in the picture.) The girl knows that nothing would make me happier than Marshalls.
The other side of the page had this:
Apparantly, I rock! And I fix mistakes, and I love marshmallows. Oh, and also - I'm the best!
That kid loves me. I love her so much.
Isn't that the best medicine of all?