the problem with kids who think they can read...

Aaaaa-ssssss. Aaaassssss. Ass! MOMMY MOMMY DADDY!!! I read "ass!"

And for those of you who think our house is full of books with such foul language in them, you should now feel bad because the actual word in question was "as." The English language is tough to learn.

Elisabeth is still sick. Still has a fever, although it has left the 103 range and now sits in the 100-102 range. She has also developed a cough. There is nothing more heart breaking than your 3 yr old coming into your room in the middle of the night, hauling you her bottle of Tylenol and the medicine dose thingie (that is apparently called a medicine spoon). Except perhaps taking her temperature to find out that it is 102.5.

She does have moments of wellness though. In fact, the fever goes away on occasion, which means she can't have any Tylenol. Which upsets her. And sends her running in circles, around and around, saying, "if I run and run and run, my fever will come back, and then I can have TYLENOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" So it isn't all sickness here at our house, there are the typical moments of insanity. They're just fewer and farther between.