Mallory fell ill Friday night with what has now been determined to be strep throat on top of flu. She had to miss a birthday party sleepover Saturday night and, yesterday, had to communicate by Magnadoodle messages because it hurt to talk. Poor girl.
I went to check on her around midnight on Friday and found her very, very hot. I woke her up to give her some Tylenol and then sat with her while she fell asleep. "Mommy," she said, "before you came in here, I think I heard the Kleenex box talking to me."
"Did you?" I said, startled, as you would be too.
"Yeah...and it kind of freaked me out. So I said a prayer to my guardian angel to protect me, and after that the talking stopped."
"Well, I'm glad that worked," I said.
"Yeah." A moment of silence. "Do you ever pray to your guardian angel?" she asked.
"Not for a long time, I haven't," I said.
"I think it really works. Mrs T" -- her third-grade teacher -- "told me all about it one day when I was worried about taking a times test. And I passed the test, so it must really work."
"That's good," I said, wondering why her guardian angel couldn't manage to nudge her past her three-times table.
"Mrs T is a good teacher," Mallory mumbled. "You know, especially when it comes to Jesus."
I don't know if it was the fever talking or just a weird dream. Either way, I think I'll let Mrs T know that she's making an impression.
I went to check on her around midnight on Friday and found her very, very hot. I woke her up to give her some Tylenol and then sat with her while she fell asleep. "Mommy," she said, "before you came in here, I think I heard the Kleenex box talking to me."
"Did you?" I said, startled, as you would be too.
"Yeah...and it kind of freaked me out. So I said a prayer to my guardian angel to protect me, and after that the talking stopped."
"Well, I'm glad that worked," I said.
"Yeah." A moment of silence. "Do you ever pray to your guardian angel?" she asked.
"Not for a long time, I haven't," I said.
"I think it really works. Mrs T" -- her third-grade teacher -- "told me all about it one day when I was worried about taking a times test. And I passed the test, so it must really work."
"That's good," I said, wondering why her guardian angel couldn't manage to nudge her past her three-times table.
"Mrs T is a good teacher," Mallory mumbled. "You know, especially when it comes to Jesus."
I don't know if it was the fever talking or just a weird dream. Either way, I think I'll let Mrs T know that she's making an impression.
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Tell Mallory we hope she gets to feeling better soon.
Hope she is feeling better soon.