Today after we left our outing, Elizabeth told me her head hurt. Then she fell asleep in the car. Then an hour later, she fell asleep on the couch.
She continued to tell me her head hurt, but refused any medicine until Matt got home. (Mama holds you down and forces horrible tasting medicine down your throat when you have the flu or croup. Daddy is the one who administers the “if you want it” medicines that taste pretty good, so he is more trustworthy.) Twenty minutes after that ibuprofen dose, Dibits was back to her regular self.
I don’t know, having a headache just seems like such a grown up thing. I don’t think I like that my little girl is doing things like this now.