Rising to the Occasion

Stacy and L were pretty violently ill last week with a nasty but mercifully short bout of the stomach flu.  The first day I came home from work the girls where groaning in bed and N was sitting merrily at the computer.  He seemed to be quite content to rule the roost.  A little later on I found this sign L had made for him.  "He told me what he wanted me to write," she explained.