Tylenol times two. Thermometer times two. Lots of tissues. I found them today snuggling in a rocking chair watching TV under a blanket together. I guess misery does love company.
Ellie is going to tell her Papa on Friday when he gets here that Vick’s is yucky.
(I figure if I play sympathetic and tell her Papa says it will help, I can still get it on her. It’s yucky, but it works.)