I tried to send the kids to school yesterday.  Sophie was coughing but I hoped for the best and put them on the bus.  The phone rang at 10:30am and I just knew it was the nurse from school.  I was right,  Sophie was sick.  I picked her up and she lay crying, yes crying, on the little bed in the nurses office.  I felt like such a bad Mommy. 

Once home, she complained of her tummy hurting.  I started rubbing it and noticed how extended it was. She wasn't really sick, she just had gas.  After rubbing her belly and working my magic, (the girl popped out tooting), she was happy and a little chatterbox.  We ran to the market to get some 7-up and she said "Mommy, I hope Max knows I am at home".  I told her "I am sure he does."  She then says "Max is the sweetest boy that ever was".  "Yes", I said.  Sophie said "all the other boys say that girls have cooties but not Max, he's  the best".   She couldn't have said it better.

***Sophie really is sick, she was up at 10pm with a fever and again at 3am coughing, coughing, coughing........