Day 66----

In addition to being a log of naptimes, this is becoming an evidence collection point for some future study on "children of the pandemic and a lifetime of phobia".

Riveting. And not at all heartbreaking.

Coming home from a walk she begged to be allowed to walk up the stairs by herself--something we haven't let her do since this all started because this is a six floor walk-up and there's no way to completely clean that stairwell. But she promised to hold my hand, not the railing and be "very very careful" so I let her. On the last flight she lost her balance slightly and steadied herself with her hand on a step (not the railing). She was stricken. She had me carry her the rest of the way and no amounts of assurances that the germs could be washed away with soap in two minutes once we got inside and that she'd be totally fine as long as she didn't touch her [mask covered] face, could comfort her.