But, even when sick, the Strip is a chatterbox. We heard her coughing up a storm last night, but she was still asleep, so we didn't mess with her. After going to bed, I hear her crying, so I go in and say, "What's the matter?"
"Well, I was coughing and coughing and I couldn't stop, and then
I frew up a little and it got on my blanket, and my pillow, and this
book, and it made me really sad that I frew up on my pillow
because I love this pillow, it's a princess pillow and it's my
favorite, and I just want to snuggle, so can I please come get in
your bed with you, please?"
You had me at "well." So now she has a fever AND a bad cough and is really kind of ticked because we had been talking about how nice it was going to be this week (meaning they could play outside). But, I'll take a sick kid over a sick Hubs any day.
And oh, yeah. Totally drinking coffee this morning.