She is an overachiever. Already at the tender age of two. When she spills maple syrup she dumps out half the bottle. When she decides it is time for "piddy toes" she uses most of the bottle of white out to paint her toe nails, and her feet, and her legs, and maybe some of her cheek. But when she heard that sick season does not start until the end of October she thought she would get a jump on it. You know hit the sick season scene, i.e. the ER, early before the stores got too crowded and she was completely sick of the music of the season that is piped in never pausing. So last night...in September, while eating at the Spaghetti Factory with her family she thought, what better day than today than get this party started. She began to cough. Nothing major, really rather dry and drama-less. Her parents, however, exchanged glances over the overcooked pasta. For they had an idea what she was up to. The family went to bed. At 11 pm she decided it was now or never, Bring on the Sick Season Baby! She began to bark. There was a pronounced stridor when she breathed, she threw in some retraction for good measure. Then she began to scream. Helping the processes along. Her mother and father woke up, flipped a coin and it was the mom who ran off into the night with the barking child. After some steroids, epinephrine, and ride in the ambulance that costs as much as renting a stretched Hummer for the weekend including the gas, and being observed for 5 hours, she called it a night at 430 am. The mom and now one very hyper active two year old drove all the way back home. And slept. Until the boy walked in at 530 am.
A perfect start to the season.