Sick Day

Sophie's school called me at 4:45 p.m. on Tuesday to tell me that she had a 101 degree fever, needed to be picked up immediately (umm...we always pick her up at 5 o'clock -- did they fear the plague?), and could not come to school on Wednesday. After a few moments of panic about work stuff, I realized that Dante could wait one more day to reach the ninth circle of hell. I spent a day in my own special realm of "My washcloth fell off! I wanna watch Sesame Street again! Cow's sick...cow needs a washcloth, too! More mediciiiine!!!" By the way, her fever dropped to 99 degrees by Tuesday night, but hovered there on Wednesday. We had a nice day of cuddling on the couch and painting and reading books (and dragging her up to school with me because I had to be fingerprinted and then dragging her to the doctor with me for a Little-Critter check-up). My diagnosis based on the evidence below? She's FINE. It's back to school for both of us today.