If only I'd known when I was a kid, that when you're sick you can get away with all sorts of stuff, and your parents won't say anything. They'll just clean up your messes and let you watch TV or read 7 books in a row. Too bad you don't feel like doing much else.
Wrigley had a fever yesterday. It just came on in the afternoon and was gone by morning. Huh. Apparently, it kicked viral butt with little fuss. We're glad it is gone, and she is her energetic self again, but sometimes it is nice to have that reminder that she's just a little kid who likes to be snuggled endlessly when she's sick.
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