Friday Night Fever

So I get a call from Quinn's preschool today telling me to come pick her up. They said that she broke down crying and was going on about how much she missed me. Now mind you, she was at the doctor just two days before and, apart from a dry cough, got a clean bill of health. Realize, too, that I have never gotten a call from the school before. I'm figuring she's playing sick again, so I ask to speak with her on the phone. They put her on and near tears, she asks me to come get her.

So I drive over to the school, and when I meet her at the door, she looks fine. The teachers told me they took her to the nurse and she didn't have a fever. Now the last thing I want is for her to think she can pretend to be sick and get to go home from school whenever she wants. So I ask her, if I wait in the hall, would she like to go back in for the rest of the class? She agreed, and finished up her day.

She fell asleep on the ride home..., which never happens. I put her to bed right away and she took a good 2-hour nap. After her nap, she walks downstairs like zombie - burning up from fever. One of those fevers where she's hot all over and you don't need a thermometer to tell you she has one. I took it anyway (102 on a thermometer that always gives us a low number, so I can only guess how high it actually was), then gave her some Tylenol.

Back to sleep for Quinn, and lesson learned for daddy. When the kid's just not acting right..., chances are she's actually sick.