Angel woke up this morning with a yucky cold. I asked her to eat her cereal & she replied, “Wait. I have to go to the baffroom. If I go, I will feel better.” (Then pointing to her bladder), “I have a headache.”
A few minutes, coughs & sniffs later…
“Can I go to Gigi’s house, & lay on her couch & watch a movie?
I will not put snot on her.”
Below, I caught her as she was sniffing. Bein’ sick is jus’ no fun.
