The Llama And The Albatross

After staying home sick Wednesday, the four year old made it through school yesterday but then managed to ralph up her chocolate milk last evening just as I was walking in. I've been right on the verge of knuckling under to the same stomach bug and at the sight of this damn near joined her.

Anyhoo, she woke up this morning feeling fine - and without much of a fever. Unfortunately, this sets up the battle royale: We think she needs to rest for another day while she thinks she should get back to her usual bouncing off the ceiling activities. The only leverage I have is the threat that if she doesn't take it easy today, she can't go to her friend's birthday party this weekend.

Gonna be a looooong day.

UPDATE: WitNit has a coffee-through-the-nose inducing list of pre-parental practice techniques. A sample:

Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems: first buy an octopus and a string bag. Attempt to put the octopus into the string bag so that none of the arms hang out. Time allowed for this - all morning.

Go read the rest.

Yips! to Rachel.

UPDATE DEUX: Just checked up on the Llama-ette, who's flopped out in front of the tee vee. She's watching Franklin, a cartoon about some touchy-feely turtle. As I came in, Franklin was swimming. The gel looked up and said, "I see you under water, Daddy! And there's a shark! He's eating you up! He has really sharp teeth! Oh, ha ha ha!"

This is vintage humor for her. Definitely on the mend.