Note: If you are not a Dora the Explorer aficionado, you may not appreciate this story.
It’s been sicky sickville around here.
Hope kicked things off a few weeks ago with bronchitis, followed by conjunctivitis.
Rhema picked up the conjunctivitis and threw in an ear infection and a “bacterial sinus infection” for good measure. Tuesday night she was laying on my lap when her fever spiked to 103. She had a febrile seizure that lasted almost 10 minutes.
Scary. So scary.
Today she slept half the day away before I carried her downstairs. I was worried; she was so sick, so sluggish.
Then she spotted Hope’s Dora popsicle.
And the spark was back…
As stealthily as Swiper, she darted off the couch and stole the popsicle.
Hope wailed. I got her another one.
Hope slowly and contentedly savored her new popsicle.
And then, moments later, out of nowhere, it was snatched from her hand again by the Popsicle Pilferer.
This time Hope was mad.
“Arrgggh!” she said. “Dat sneaky fox!”