A brief bout of sickness: Wednesday night, Mal wolfed down a plate of steak, noodles,
and stake ... then she didn't look so hot.
Right here we knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant evening.
So, she grabbed her box of wet wipes and prepared for battle.
So, after a few "garbage sessions" ("BLAAAAG!") she crawled into
bed, and looked
up and said "I'm sick." Too cute.
She slept for 2 days.
Then, Sat morning, she suddenly realized: "Easter Eggs!" So off we went to the hunt!