As the title suggests, sickness was prevalent in our home. And as it often does, it had gone through the children. One. At. A. Time. It's latest victim: Hallie. Early in the morning she climbed into bed with me and listened to me sigh. She took that as a cue that I was also sick (I wasn't--it was just a sigh).
"Do you have a cold?" she asked.
"No." I said.
"Oh," she said with an understanding tone. "You have a hot." Then she added with her own sigh, "Me, too. "
Yeah. Whoever came up with the term "cold" anyway? I think I'm going to stick with having a "hot." So much more applicable.
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