The child, she was feverish yesterday. Since she has been gnawing on my shoulder when I pick her up, and showed no other sick signs, I figured it was teeth related. So I happily went to my mom's writing group and let Lucy cavort with several children.
Now this morning I wake up with a slight sore throat.
Sigh.
Sorry, other moms. I'm not feeling bad enough to be sure that it was sickness yet--in fact, it might just be residual ash in the air from that BBQ San Diego had last month.
But the poor child--she was so hot in the middle of the night. Poor thing. She's acting fine though.
I still want to believe it's just teeth. Maybe some big, crispy molars.
Teeth. Teeth.
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