Z was unusually sedate yesterday afternoon--turns out she was running a fever. Josh dosed her with ibuprofen and let her eat a bowl of Grape-Nuts for dinner instead of the tacos he'd made for the rest of us. As we were clearing the table Z stood next to my chair, ashen-faced. At the same time, Josh and I asked "Are you going to throw up?""Nuh-uh," she replied. Fifteen seconds later, she was vomiting all over the floor.
She hasn't run a fever or barfed since, but she's home from school regardless. I'm staying home with her this morning, watching Curious George, playing Go Fish and coloring in her Charlie & Lola coloring activity book while Josh takes A to her parent-tot class at Temple.
So far, the only sign of sickness is a runny nose.
How long until this one catches it?
