Next Up...

Zoe's turn. She's been complaining all morning she was cold. While we were working on canvasses (small ones...hello all, I don't paint!) to go in her room, she was breathing funny and kept taking deep breaths, a sure sign her temp was rising...and it was. I sent her to bed to lie down and told her the paintings could wait. Up until I realized she had a temp, she kept painting away insisting she was alright. Poor girl...she's just like me!

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