And Theo’s still sick. He awoke to sludge covering his body. Poor guy was so confused — vomiting and diahhrea (which I always forget how to spell — a thing that vile shouldn’t be easy to remember, I guess) — before he was even awake.
So, it’s quarantine and nest time again.
Can a 4-year-old have psycho-somatic symptoms? I suppose anyone with a psyche can. Sometimes I wonder if some of the reason behind Theo’s illness of late is his need for us to slow down and stay at home alone…something to muse anyway.
Here’s a couple wonderful pix of Nic reading to Whingari (who is at the book-eating stage, so this was a rare treat) and of Whingari and Theo.