My little mothers

I love my kids. Elisabeth is lying on the couch, moaning. (That is, when someone passes by. She knows how to put on an image of suffering.) It might have something to do with the half bag of habenero potato chips she ate last night. Ruth and Rebecca are making her tea with honey, covering her with all their blankies, and bringing her little animals, reading her stories, and basically spoiling her to death. I would take care of her too, but I'd have to shoo them away. They are having such a good time, and Elisabeth is enjoying it so much, that I think I'll just let them do it.