Last week at this time my little Toodles was feeling very under the weather. I brought her into the walk in clinic after having a high fever for over 24 hours. She was feeling so under the weather she just snuggled the whole time during our visit. This was the first time in a long time that I wasn't a human jungle gym while Toodles and I were in public together. When the doctor ordered x-rays she wasn't at least bit cooperative in getting them taken. The doctor saw a little fluid on her lung and put her on some medicine. That afternoon Grandma T arrived for a visit and so Toodles got to snuggle with her.
The next night, Grandma T babysat her while Eric and I went on a date. We were planning on going to supper and then catching a movie. During supper we both realized how tired we were - for two nights in a row Toddles was waking up and crying pretty much on the hour, every hour - so decided to forego the movie and go home.
By Thursday afternoon she had started feeling better (at this point I started getting sick). I was working on getting supper ready and noticed Toodles slapping her book she was looking at. I decided to investigate. She had found a page in her book that talked about a doctor and this was her reaction: