Chicken soup for the bilious soul

Our household is currently somewhere in the gray zone short of actually sick but somewhat beyond entirely healthy and functional. I personally suspect that our humours are out of balance. Either way, chicken soup seemed like the best course of action.

That, and the leeches I put in everyone's chairs.

Anyway, I think it's working! Look how much Ivy smiled at Chuck E. Cheese this weekend!

I mean, it's been a while, so I might be misremembering, but "not yelling" = "smiling," right?