The Ladybug as been a little under the weather the past few days. On Monday she missed her swim class (one of her favorite activities each week), and yesterday she missed school altogether.
This morning I went into her room to wake her up, slowly jostling her from sleep, checking her head for fever and her nose for, well, snot.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her when she was sufficiently conscious.
“Good,” said the Ladybug.
“That’s good news,” I replied. “I guess that means you can go to school today.”
“Oh yeah,” she replied. “I mean bad. I feel bad.”
“That’s terrible,” I said. “I guess we’ll have to stay home again. But that means you’ll miss swim class, too. Bummer.”
“Oh yeah,” she said again. “I meant good. I’m feeling good today.”
“I thought you might.”
