Miss Scarlet

Raise your hand if you're tired of hearing about our various illnesses! I'm happy to report that Henry and Olivia trotted off to school today with a spring in their steps and pb&j in their lunch boxes. Grace, however, was covered from head to toe in a sandpapery rash, accompanied by a fairly high temp. I was pretty sure I knew what it was, and a quick trip to the doc confirmed it. Leave it to my little drama queen to get scarlet fever (Relax, Nana, it's basically strep with a rash and she won't die a slow and agonizing death on the back of Pa's wagon). 

While we were waiting at the pharmacy for her antibiotics, she spied the DVD "Tangled", which she hasn't seen yet. "I'm sure Daddy would want me to have that if he knew I had scah-let fevah." Indeed. She also figured popsicles would be necessary.  Seeing as she has scarlet fever and all. And one cannot possibly survive scarlet fever without bunny crackers. Apparently.

The only problem is that now I have to figure out how to make the DVD play in one of the machines, in addition to figuring out which machine is currently hooked up to the tv. Or, I could stall until Jack gets home. Aren't you supposed to rest your eyes for three hours after you take antibiotics when you have scahlet fevah?  I think yes.



Update:
I am awesome.