Apparently one of Matthew’s toy dragons injured his foot yesterday. I’m guessing the culprit was a hard landing or something of that sort. Matthew told me about the dragon’s hurt foot when I noticed him trying to comfort it. Matthew then asked me to nurse the dragon: “Mommy, nurse dragon, pwease, pwease, pwease!” I lovingly obliged, and Matthew dutifully burped his dragon afterward.
P.S. Thanks for sending over the dinosaurs, Alys. Adelaide LOVES them, too!