Libs,

June has been sick.  For almost a week straight.  Not terribly – but intermittent fever, a little cough and runny nose, fatigue and, the real evidence, total loss of appetite.

For a day or two, I can handle it when she barely picks at her waffle or takes just a tiny slurp of chicken soup.  But after 3 or 4 days of missing meals, I’m trying to make her anything that sounds appealing.  You want Nutella in your yogurt? Done.  Ice cream sounds better than apple slices? Fine.  A third cookie would help your cough?  I’ve heard of stranger remedies.