Katie hasn't been feeling all that well lately. She's congested and feverish and out of sorts. Saturday morning was the first morning she woke up without a fever. She came dragging out of the bedroom, her hair all touseled and her eyes still droopy with sleep. I felt her forehead with my hand to check her temperature and asked "How do you feel?" Katie took her own little hand and patted down her forehead, then her cheeks, her neck, her arms, her tummy, legs and finally her toes and feet. "Mumma," she said, "All of me feels pretty good!"
Even when I'm worried about her, that kid sure can make me laugh.