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Mallory has chicken pox.

Mallory has had chicken pox, in fact, since last Thursday. In the interim, she has gone to preschool twice and had three separate playdates.

You can pin my medal on my lapel. The trophy can go on the mantel.

We noticed the first spots last week, but chicken pox didn't even occur to me; I thought they were bug bites. She's had the vaccine! (Note: The vaccine is not foolproof.) And she wasn't sick at all. And she did not itch. And I was preoccupied with Phoebe, who is just miserable with her sore throat and hasn't eaten a single thing since Friday. But last night while giving Mallory a bath I noticed that she had more spots, and that they were kind of blistery-looking. So this morning we went to the doctor's (my third trip this week, hooray) and it was confirmed. She has a very mild case (because she has been vaccinated), which is why she hasn't felt bad and why she's not absolutely covered in spots (they're mostly on her stomach and chest). But she's still of course contagious.

So I extend my apologies to the entire preschool and to her friends and their little siblings. Hope no one else gets the pox.

I do, however, hope that Phoebe gets the pox, in spite of her existing level of misery. Since she's so young, she'd probably have a very mild case anyway, and then she'd have natural immunity, which is much better than the vaccination. As I now know.

ART for the Day

Last night while driving home, Mallory pointed up at the moon. "Look, it's a circle moon!" she said.

"Well, not quite," I said, because in fact the moon is not full this week.

"Yes it is," Mallory said.

"Okay, it almost is."

"It is!"

"All right."

"Is it a circle?"

"Yes, it's a circle," I said.

Pause. "How do you know?"

Comments

H Noble said…
I'm sorry! No fun at your house right now!
Hope they get to feeling better soon and that you don't get run down and sick yourself.
Holly

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