I don't feel great. I am not officially sick, but I have that not-myself-I-might-be-getting-bad-sick-soon feeling...But I've been dragging myself about because I have to...and to Amelia there is only one way of being sick. Fever and vomitting.
This morning in the car:
"Mommy, are you still sick?"
"Are you going to throw up?"
"I surely hope not."
"Well, if you do, then Daddy will say, 'What did you do to the car?!?!?!'"
When I called and told Ethan, he assured me that he would care more about me than the car. FWhew! :)