I'm trying to remain calm. I'm trying not to say or do anything stupid--which can oftentimes be a real challenge for yours truly. But I picked little Pooh up from daycare at the normal designated time last night only to get home with a baby on fire!
That's what the thermometer read.
What? Nobody in daycare noticed? Nobody felt the need to call the girl's parents?!
We're all burning up today.
Pooh with fever. Her parents in fury.