One Telltale Sign Your Child Is Sick

After dinner tonight—a dinner our girl barely touched—I served up bowls of ice cream for all. Probably not the best idea (Did I mention that our youngest hardly ate?), but I wanted some, so that's kind of how it had to play out.

Anyway, I put her bowl in front of her on the sofa, where we had all settled in to veg for a while. Then, after polishing mine off, I went to the kitchen to load the dishwasher—and eat what was left in the carton. (There wasn't much. Honest.)

When I returned to the TV room, there was our girl, nearly zonked on the couch with the untouched ice cream still before her.

"I'm just gonna take a little nap before I eat this," she said.

I practically ran for the thermometer.