There is a really bad flu bug working its way through the public school system; I finally caught it Thursday and took Friday off to lay in bed and moan. Bryan took Evie to daycare but when they got home, they came bounding into our bedroom, as I was in bed with a fever of 103 degrees.
Evie promptly clamored up in bed with me, crawled up next to me, gave me a hug and then asked the following question:
"Hi Mommy! Is ya poopie?"
"No, I'm not poopie, are you?"
"Nope!"
I guess this is what we ask her every time we greet her when she wakes up.
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