... because you're home sick today.
Seriously, I think you've been home sick from one other time in your life for being really sick. (When you were a baby, you were home a few times with eye gunk... but never really sick.)
You were complaining yesterday that your throat hurt. You had a low-grade fever, so we had a jammie day and watched movies and took it easy. (Especially after the past week of ballet camp and Five-A-Palooza...)
But this morning, you just weren't yourself. I was debating keeping you home or not... and that's when you threw up on me.
Decision made. We're at home.
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