Small Fry has been sick the last couple of days, the pattern following Medium's last bout with strep. I took her to the clinic and was surprised to hear her strep test was negative. (Medium's did the same thing, but it was so obviously strep when the doctor looked down her throat that she was surprised the test had come back negative.) My frustrations with the doc we saw aside, I reluctantly agreed to wait it out and see if anything developed.
This morning, Small was quite perky. She was singing made-up songs out in the hallway.
I was already downstairs when Hubby heard shouting from behind the twins' bedroom door. As he got closer, he could make out the words. "Ready, set, go! Ready, set, go! Ready, set, go!"
Curious, he knocked on their door and poked his head in. "Whatcha doing?"
"We'wre having a wrace!"
Small went on. "Dadda! I'm all bettewr! Except that I have a fevewr and my froat still huwrts!"