Don't expect much from Fiorella today--she is sick, sick sick, and so is the rest of the family, except they aren't quite as sick as she is. Son L thinks our plague is the result of not drinking enough water, but Fio blames it on those nasty germs.
The only good thing about the situation is that your girl must have lost a couple of pounds or two, but she's also lost her voice, is sleepy all the time, and has used up almost a whole box of Kleenex.
She also, obviously, can't sing with the church choir she's adopted right now, so Fio being Fio, she's hoping (and praying) she gets better in a couple of days. In the meantime, she's learned a few things that might come in handy for you some day--like that a can of Coke drunk slowly can clear that nasty taste that piles up in your mouth when you're sicky. (Actually, your girl's mother taught her that years ago and she just now remembered it.)
Whoopee! Son just asked Fiorella a question and she was able to gargle out a couple of words in response! Is the worm turning?! How exciting!
Whew! Now to clean up her bedroom, which had turned into a teen-age-like dump during your girl's time of terror.
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