Last night, we made a cake. As it needed to be chilled for two hours to set the frosting, I agreed to the offspring's request that we have a piece at breakfast.
As she was preparing to leave for school, our doctor's office called with the results of the long-term strep culture she took last week. She's got it, and they say she's probably contagious. Well, heck, she was in school all week, anyone who would be infected likely already is, but what the heck, we told her she could stay home today.
She leapt to her feet, shouted 'Chocolate cake for breakfast, now I get the day off, don't you wish you were ME?'
Actually, yes.
2 comments:
I hope she's feeling better, especially after a breaky of cake (yum!) and a day home.
Oh, yeah. But she's casting covetous eyes at the rest of that cake. Its a LOT of cake.
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