Middle Sister is home sick from school today, with the Virus The Pediatrician Has Seen All Day Long–though he said she appeared sickest of all the kids he’d seen today. She’s got a fever, sore throat, cough, headache, and no appetite.
She’s eaten almost nothing all day, though she’s been drinking water and iced tea to stay hydrated. But a few minutes ago, when she came into the kitchen to dose up on acetaminophen, she saw the box of Apple Puffs on the table. These treats come 6 to a box–and there was only one left.
Grabbing her favorite purple Sharpie, she wrote all over the box: “Middle Sister’s Puff. Do not eat, or else! DEAL!”
I’m sure some smart-aleck in the house will eat it anyway, but those things get stale fast. When she gets better, I’ll be very happy to go to the supermarket for another box. (Even if they’re no longer on sale.)
Meanwhile, this might be motivation to her to get better faster, before someone beats her to her apple treat.