After a sleepover at Grandma's and a breakfast of [apparently] nothing but raspberries? Who do you think had her Exorcist powerpuking moment all over Grandma's white upholstered living room? It was truly spectacular.
Unfortunately for the kid, it was followed by six hours of agonizing, exhausting dry heaves. She's doing great today, though. Watching Macaulay Culkin in The Nutcracker and feelin' fine.
at least it wasn't spaghetti for breakfast.
Um, Macaulay Culkin in The Nutcracker? Is it good or so bad it's good?
New York City Ballet doing Ballanchine? It's the only Nutcracker allowed in the house.
Answer: me. Actually, the whole family. Urgh. I fell asleep wrapped in a quilt, shivering on the floor, yesterday morning, while Xavier told me a story about pussy willows. And I'm the healthy parent.