As I type, the Bean is running around the yard with an umbrella, yelling "CALL A DOCTOR! CALL A DOCTOR!" at the top of her lungs. It isn't raining, and she's in no need of medical attention.
Meanwhile the Peanut is upstairs in the bathroom in tears. She got a new toothbrush today but she can't stand the thought of throwing away the old one. "Will it go to the dump? I don't want it to get burned!" That's the down side of loving everything, I guess.