Claire came home from school “sick” today.
The sweet nurse called to tell me she had come to her office in a miserable mood. Stomach ache.
A bad one.
When Lu and I went to pick her up she was curled up in a ball on the nurse bed, definitely looking gloomy.
So now she’s flitting around the kitchen in a pink tutu singing a very sweet song about butterflies flying away.
Hmmm. That was a miraculous recovery.