I'm not well. I feel all oogy.

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Bean, practicing sorting with a bunch of androgynous Playmobil figures. She's doing all the Q&A. With voices. Enjoy:
Are you a girl?
Yes.
Are you wearing high heels like me?
Yes.
Then you can come with us.
Are you a girl?
No.
Boys have to stay with the other boys. You stay here.
Are you a girl with a mustache?
Yes I am.
Then you can come with us.

I'm not your friend because you say mean stuff. You can stay in the pony corral.

Only blue boys can go. But the red boys are going to have to stay behind.

Out of the blue at the dinner table, in a totally exasperated tone: Oh what the hell?? (She claims she learned this from her school friends. It isn't from me. My 'what the hell's are usually in the form of 'what the hell are you doing?!?')

Is it any wonder she's my favorite these days? Bizzaro-world sorting hat repetoires and spontaneous hugs and kisses versus Screamy Screamerson who is just a royal PITA these days.

But, apparently, with good reason. O ran a 103.5+ axillary temp pretty much all night last night (ibuprofen only knocked it back for a few hours at a time) and was diagnosed with pneumonia today. Seriously. I've been looking for my receipt and warranty for her all day, because between pneumonia, the kidney infection and all the screaming, this is *so* not what I signed up for.

And I'm sick as heck, running on a total of 8 hours sleep over the past two nights and finally, finally, at 8:30 sitting down to eat dinner after another night from hell with Miss O. If I don't end up with pneumonia as well it'll be a miracle. Because with as low as my defenses are at right now my body is a veritable playground for opportunistic infections. (A concept I tried to cover with Miss I this evening, so if she starts talking to one of you about cooties that take over when other cooties are already there, that might be why.)

Soon as I'm done with my soup, I'm crashing. I wish with Bean, but I'll probably just go snuggle with her for a few minutes and then go bed down with Screamy in my room. Someone cross fingers that they sleep past 4:30 tomorrow morning. Because when that started this morning, I wanted to introduce Bean to Swirly Enlightenment.
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