"If you faint, do you die?"
"Would you even care if I died?"
"Can you come rub my tummy?"
So after she was up having a good time last night, I decided she was going to school one way or another. She again got up crawling down the stairs moaning and groaning. I got her fed, bathed, dressed and taken to school. She looked pretty good and I was thinking I made it through another motherhood obstacle. Until the school called and said she was in the nurses office. My dad picked her up since I was in the shower and missed the call. He dropped her off at the house and she made it in and to the couch. I say 30 minutes later she was walking around chatting up a storm.
Here we are tonight.
Painting her fingernails and toenails in between harrassing her sister. Hmmmm, highly suspect.
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