Corina had a goal this time around.
"Mommy, when my wiggly tooth comes out, I'm not going to use any kleenex. I'm going to let my mouth fill up with blood!"
Look at that. She set a goal, and she achieved. Good girl!
The Max story is that he seems to be doing MUCH better. He's outside right now getting some fresh air. Yesterday I was excited that he got off the couch, and today he's all the way out the door. His cough is still terrible, but he is definitely getting better. Yay!