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August 19, 2008
Liar, liar shorts on fire
I walk in to the living room after taking my shoewr.
J: I don't feel good.
M: What's wrong?
J: I've been coughing and coughing.
M: (I haven't heard a sound, but maybe while I was in the shower?) I'll listen for it and see what we should do.
J: Can I play [on the computer?]
M: Ok.
Jamie plays for a while. Katie asks for a turn, and I say ok.
J: I don't feel so good. My head hurts.
M: (Starting to get suspicious. I haven't heard a single cough, yet.) Does it really hurt, or are you just making it up?
J: It really hurts.
M: Why don't you go upstairs and lay down.
J: No, I'll just lay down right here. (She hangs over the back of the couch and watches Katie play.) Mama, don't you get to watch a movie when you don't feel good?
Ah! We've reached the root of the matter. It was as I suspected. She barely ate lunch, which is unusual, but has otherwise shown no other symptoms besides a pathethic look that disappears as soon as she turns away from me.
Posted by me at August 19, 2008 10:52 AM