Her little cheeks were flushed and her eyes looked like two pea holes in the snow. I sat her near an open window and her daddy came and got her right away.
I rushed right home and found her sleeping on the couch. Her daddy had tried to make her bed, (I started the sheets in the laundry, but left in the morning, before they were done), but gave up. She drinks sweet tea like a good southern yankee and had her glass by the couch.
One of the other mom volunteers told me it was type B influenza. GEEZ!!
Type B influenza??!! Doesn't that sound scary? Why not just say, she has what' going around?
So much for the warmest day of the year! We will have to wait for the next one.