"Momma, look! Look!" She shows me her make-shift cradle. "A baby has been born!!"
"Oh, can I see? What's the baby's name?"
"Her name is Polly!" (Polly?!)
"What a beautiful name. She's gorgeous."
"She's sleeping. And Snowball is her toy." (because I should have known Snowball would somehow be involved in the play)
**** Minutes later, I go out to get the trashcan from the center of the cul de sac, where the wind gusts have carried it. Flynn, panic-stricken, meets me at the door ****
"Momma! Momma! Polly is sick!"
"Oh no! What are her symptoms, what's wrong with her?"
"She has a fever."
"Oh goodness, how high is her fever?"
Much hesitation.
"Ten. Ten inches."
Update: In case you're worried about Polly, please know she has recovered. After a Strawberry Shortcake bathmit, placed on her forehead to bring down the temps, add to that a premeasured tylenol dose (an empty pulmicort respule saved from the recycling), she is fever-free & in great spirits!
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Oh good, praise god I was VERY worried. Please tell Flynn I am glad Polly is feeling better.
Oh, well I'm so glad after Polly's touch-and-go situation this afternoon that her fever has come down. By almost a foot.
Ten inches? Too funny. What a creative little soul she is and a good mommy!
I've mentioned my sister before on the search for a teaching job also. She's in the same process right now and her and I talked about it Thursday. It sounds like torture. She's posted about her situation on her blog. If you want to check it out. Have a great weekend!!
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I forgot she only has invited readers. I'll request her to add you on. Frustrating-yes.
My oh my ... what a girl that Flynn is ... don't we love her so!
By the way Amy ... seems to me Miss Flynn has learned to be a good MOM from example!
Grammy ;-)
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