Emma was sick Friday night and was a slug all day yesterday. She would creep from one place to another with her blanket, Lambie and throw-up bowl (just in case). Every time I asked her how she was she would wave her hand like a teeter-totter indicated that she was only so-so.
This morning she woke up, a new girl. She was happy, she had energy and she could even eat. "Mom," she said, "I feel great. I feel ordinary--like I normally do!"