Copycatfish

I've been outdone.

The Little Critter crawled into bed with us Sunday morning like a heating pad. (But this time, a dry one) Sure enough, she topped my house fever record and left it in the dust. 102.3. Showoff.

We went ahead and drove home to see the family for a little while because she felt fine, and because the fever had dropped a lot by the time we left. Good times all around, nice conversation on the way home, and a very compassionate big sister helping take care of the LC when we returned.

So Bitty is playing hooky today, and she went to the doctor. I'd forgotten how nervous she can be doing things like that. She was so brave, but I could tell she was fretting every minute. In all, the doctor told her no shots, no infection in her ears or throat, no rasp in her cough, and a managable fever. Still she wrote a scrip for Amoxicillin and told me I had bronchitis. Gee, thanks. Where's my scrip?

So one doctor trip and one Icee later, the Little Critter is chillin' in front of Super Smash Brothers and smiling because she gets the "bubble gum medicine" and because the Bigun made her Kool Aid popcicles. And because she doesn't have "lamonia."

I'll let her win this time.