Oh, we are sick. Emma is taking it with the good humor she takes everything else in life. Kevin and I are whining and complaining and coughing and blowing our noses. This is just gross. Of course, we do blame Emma for these germs - apparently intermittent fever and coughing is going around the day care - so it is just as well she's good-natured about it.
She coughs just like she spit up as an infant: throws her head around until it is directly facing mom or dad and then let's loose. It doesn't matter if we try to point her another way, over the shoulder or such, she always manages to save the cough until she can aim it squarely at a parent. It is no wonder we are sick.
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