Sickbritches

Dear Laney,

I picked you up from school yesterday, and Miss Karen said that you started crying at lunch, and just wanted to go to bed. Since it was nachos day at school, I knew you weren't faking.

At home, you had pretty much the same attitude. Your illness seems to be characterized by an overall crankiness and malaise, with random crying jags and occasional bouts of throwing yourself dramatically onto the floor cushions. If you were 12 years older, I would diagnose it as that stupid boy from homeroom not asking you to the school dance.

Since you're just 21 months, the cure seems to be a combination of a cold beverage and watching "The Cat In The Hat" on PBS with Tyrone.

You have a slight fever, but like your father, you refuse to take medicine. So enjoy that blueberry/acetaminophen smoothie!

Love,

Your evil genius of a Mom