I’m staying home this morning with our youngest daughter who woke up sick, very early this morning. It was at that early hour that I decided we need to make alarm clocks that sound like a child vomiting – because, when that happens, there is no snooze. You actually leap out of bed!
It’s weird taking care of such a small and happy person. I find myself asking her to explain symptoms in her terms; “On a scale from uh-oh to num-num how would you rate your pain?”
Actually, all things considered, she’s not doing too bad. She’s kept down a few handfuls of Cheerios and a piece of cinnamon sugared toast – which is more than I’ve had today.