Piper wants me to blog about her strep throat. Again. Because she has it again. Ouch.

“Tell them I’m really sick, Mom.”

“You said it doesn’t hurt. And you’re dancing.”

“Yeah but that won’t get me any sympathy at all.”

Poor Piper. Skipping around our house with 103 fever begging for her next dose of Amoxicillan because she loves, loves the flavor. She claims that swallowing doesn’t hurt. Her tonsils are so swollen that her voice sounds funny. She’s either the toughest kid on the planet or a complete liar.

“Oh, and tell them Dad smells like pizza. He does.”

“But pizza smells good.”

“Ok. Just tell them about my stripey throat.”