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Phoebe infected; Mallory in denial

Phoebe update: Ear infection and Coxsackie disease all at once! Poor baby. But she slept from 6:30 last night to 8:00 this morning, which is some kind of record for her.

My mother-in-law, Claudia, occasionally volunteers at Mallory's preschool. Yesterday she was there checking all the kids for lice. (She's a nurse. None found.) On the way home she mentioned to Mallory that one of the kids in the 3-year-old room cried the whole morning. "Why did she cry so much?" Mallory asked.

"Well, why do you think a kid would cry so much at preschool?" Claudia asked.

"Hm. It must have been that mommy thing," Mallory said.

After she stopped laughing, Claudia confirmed that Mallory's guess was correct. "I would never cry just because I wanted my mommy," Mallory said. Which, of course, is a huge lie because she did that very thing all the years she was in daycare and even last year and even a few days ago when I dared to go upstairs without informing her first. Sigh. How quickly they forget.

Comments

Krista said…
It's a virus that causes ulcers on the back of the throat. And I may have spelled it wrong!
Anonymous said…
Yuck. Poor Phoebe. Mallory is such a kick!

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