Yans has a cold or something.
When I picked her up from school yesterday, she looked awful.
She blew her schnoz every few minutes while we laid in bed together, watching two episodes of The Amazing Race and then miraculously, she seemed fine other than having a sore nose.
I had her smear chapstick all over her nostrils and sent her to bed early anyhow.
When I woke her up at 6:0o am this morning to see how see was feeling, she hopped out of bed in record time, insisted that she was all better and said she wanted to go to school.
At 1:00 this afternoon, I got a call from the front office saying that Annie's teacher thought she needed to come home (even though Annie wanted to stay at school) so I hopped in the car to pick her up.
She was quiet the whole ride home and didn't put up a fuss when I told her that she needed to crawl in bed, so I knew she was feeling pretty lousy.
A few hours later, she miraculously seemed fine once again...
I swear, parenting is a guessing game at best sometimes.