Piper’s had a rough week. Stitches. Falls. Fevers. Step Throat. It keeps getting worse. There was also an outbreak of lice in her classroom. On the bright side, Piper doesn’t have lice. So, there’s that, right? Considering she spent a good part of the week in and out of doctor’s offices and on and off our couch, catching lice was low on her list of possibilities. Poor Piper.
Luckily, she figured out what’s been causing her bad luck. She told me all about it this morning.
“Mom, I know why my fever was so high?”
“You do? Why?”
“I don’t want to say it out loud so I’m going to spell it for you.”
“Okay, Piper. I’m ready.”
Piper then used her finger to write J-O-E in the air. That happens to be her father’s name.
“Really? Your dad caused your fever?”
“No, Mom. I spelled Junie. You know, my favorite stuffed animal. Junie.” (Junie stars in most of Piper’s pictures. You can see her illustrated here.)
“Actually, you spelled J-O-E.”
“Whatever. The point is that I think Junie has strep throat. She keeps giving it to me.”
“Huh.”
“Or I’m getting all sweaty because of all those stuffed animals. I’m sleeping with like fifty of those things. I can barely breathe in there, you know.”
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