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Linnea is coming down with something. She's winking and blinking a lot, squinting, rubbing her eyes, looking exhausted in spite of a full night's sleep, and whingy-moany.

BUT she desperately wants to go to London for a grown-up party. She didn't want to get dressed for the 4-year-old's party, and isn't dressed yet, but she might yet dress for the London one.

She also thinks she's staying the night there, which she isn't.

Help!

Emer uses a fork.

Emer puts the fork into the spaghetti, turns it, and uses it to bring the spaghetti to her mouth.

Emer puts the fork down to join in the applause.

Emer does it all again.

I am all melty melty squish now.