The day you were sick with a random sore throat, headache, stomach-ache, I am green virus. As we dropped your sisters off at school you piped up in the back in your carseat, "when we get home, can we work on multiplication?"
You are not my one to be bed-ridden with endless popsicles, crackers and Netflix stream on the TV. You are always seeking me out and doing something. You decided to make your own recipe of salt dough and spent time mixing and then making shapes.
Thankfully after a few days you felt so much better as Isabelle got sick with an influenza type cough and fever. I feel so fortunate that you are usually all so healthy.
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