Wow, you're up early for a Saturday, RM!

Yes I am, Contrived Writing Device. I've been up since 4:45, in fact. That's after being up from about midnight to 1 a.m. A new low in the reverendhousehold these days.

Wow! What's the little angel up to now?

Let's see, shrieking, whining, flailing, squirming and pursing lips to avoid any medication whatsoever, not that it does much good anyway.

It's a good thing she's cute.

Oh, they're such gifts from God, aren't they?

[Glowering at CWD]

Ahem, [cough] so, what're you going to do?

I'm going to take her to the doctor this morning for walk-in hours, "just to rule anything out," at which point they will chuckle patronizingly at me.

How's R doing with this?

Everyday he predicts that we've seen the worst of it. He's a pathological optimist.

Well, at least you'll you have vacation to look forward to!

You mean the vacation where we're staying in a charming *little* cottage with seven other members of R's family and a teething baby that's up to party at 4:45?

C'mon, you've gotta give me something!

It's a good thing you're cute.