William did a one-boy skit today in class. He played four roles, the narrator, a white blood cell, a virus, and a person whose stomach the drama is taking place within (pictured above). He wore a white bucket on his head for the white blood cell but forgot that the mustache was in his backpack so went without.
At work we began to run through the scripts. There is about 150 pages of it and now I've promised to send notes on it all this weekend. I am already panicking that I don't have my Monday lecture together.