Well, her eyes are almost open in this one.
She has had a fever on and off since Friday. She woke up at 3am this morning and it was 103.8'F. She was positively loopy. I had her in the bathroom trying to get her to drink some water while I measured out her Motrin and she said,
"I like the number 9."
Me: Hrm? Why?
"Because when you write it it likes to pick things up" (and then she started doing this "I'm a little Teapot" sort of motion.)
Me: Okay, let's drink this down and get you back to bed...
I hate it when she is sick. My in-laws are wonderful - Willow usually stays with them when she is under the weather and I always know she is well cared for. Thank you!