In my literature classes I often talk about foreshadowing. If a character in a film or a novel coughs for no apparent reason early in the story that character is going to die of tuberculosis. You'd think I could apply this critical eye to my own life, but alas, I cannot. Had I been watching a sitcom in which a baby takes an exceptionally long nap (we're talking 3+ hours here) and then had pizza for dinner, well, I would have rolled my eyes and said, "That baby is going to vomit." And yet I blogged merrily yesterday about exactly these things.
Betty apparently has a touch of a stomach bug. Because we are not jerks like the person who brought her sick baby to daycare last week (thanks, thanks a whole lot), we'll be keeping Betty home tomorrow even though we could probably get away with taking her in. As the above photo shows, she does not look particularly ill. Here she is laughing at me when I told her not to touch the diaper pail.
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