We have a sick Bean on our hands. Her temperature yesterday spiked to 105 (on ear thermometer - are those things accurate?) and I got her in the bath ASAP while Rich dug the car out from the big snowstorm. In the past three years we have had two potential medical emergencies on snowstorm days, the first being my due date in '03. Today she is just warm and only lethargic enough to actually WANT a nap (fever=hurray for me!) though in the middle of the night when I was trying to fit my body into the toddler bed for comforting, she was ready for 3 a.m. conversation:
"Do you love Dad?"
"(Sleepily) Yes...Do you love Dad?"
"Of course I love Dad!"
"Great. Now go to sleep Ella."
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