"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2016."
Stella: You wrote your first email this week.
Hugo: Poor boy! You came down with a fever, and at first I though, no big deal. That is, until it hit 40 degrees, and I was about to rush you to the hospital. Turns out, you have hand foot and mouth disease.
Lyra: I'm a ball of nerves trying to keep your brother's germs to himself. I do not want your tiny self getting sick!