Yuck. Argh. Yuck. Argh.

Michael and I are both sick. I have this fatigue-and-stomach-issues thing that's been dragging on for a while, and he, poor soul, has a raging ear infection which has left him temporarily deaf in one ear and has pretty much just knocked him out generally.

Alex? Happy and energetic. Until today, anyway.

I took her to the mall this afternoon. (She needed tights, I needed a couple of new bras, and Michael needed a nap.) When our shopping was done, I suggested that we get ice cream, and we walked about two-thirds the length of the extremely large mall to where the Ben & Jerry's... used to be. Shit. It's still showing up on the mall maps, and the store name is still up over the counter, but there isn't any equipment back there anymore.

She took it well, actually. We diverted to Books-a-Million to play with the train table, and when we were done there I asked if she wanted to go look for different ice cream in the food court. I had seen a Carvel stand there. She did, so we walked down there. She was starting to look pretty tired.

"I'm rubbing my little eyes," she remarked to me at one point. I looked, and she was.

Carvel soft-serve turns out to be gross. It was sort of gummy and fake-tasting, and weirdly messier than normal ice cream. I was still surprised when Alex only ate half her cone and then told me she was done. We went out to our car, circled to the exit...
( sick kid details follow, for the strong-of-stomach )

Sick Alex update.

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