This morning, as I was getting Emma dressed, I noticed what looked like a tiny raised mole on her armpit. Upon closer examination (not easy with a ticklish girl) I discovered that it was, in fact, a tick. I got out my trusty tweezers and plucked it off before it got big and gross. Lucy wasn’t pleased with the the head to toe examination I gave her after I checked the rest of Emma. Now she cries about seeing ticks in her sleep and every time she sees a piece of dirt.
Apparently life outside of the city does have it’s drawbacks.