You knew something was up from the second you woke up. I said we had to go to school and you emphatically refused. You modelled in the potty seat (ew, Man) as if to foreshadow the events to come. How the hell you make potty seat modeling look good I will never understand. If that doesn't speak to how beautiful a creature you are, I don't know what does.
We came downstairs to get ready for school, and you wouldn't let go of my leg. I was just getting ready to be annoyed by it when my stomach began to gurgle. I ran upstairs sick, came back downstairs to change your diaper...you two had become sick. Oh lordy, were we sick.
Ever cheerful in your discomfort, you tucked yourself in to the bed in the living room, then ran around on it, and played for all pieces of the day we didn't sleep through. Oh Mister, we're so sick.
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