Now Drew's sick

Drew's stomach started hurting yesterday, and today he's had the exact same symptoms as I do. We both feel as if there's an alien hatching in our tummies, an alien that likes to slosh around a lot. And take away our appetites. And make us feel three times the size we are.

So, yesterday was Valentine's Day and neither of us ate any dinner. None.

"I'm sorry your tummy hurts, Daddy," Rachel said with concern. "I'm the only healthy person here!"

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Tonight I still felt crummy but went to chorus rehearsal anyway. Drew told me this when I got home:

As Drew and Rachel were finishing up dinner, Drew was bending down to pick up crumbs and Rachel reached over and very gently stroked his face.

"Oh, sweetie, that's so nice!" Drew exclaimed. "Do you like my face?"

Quick as a wink she said, "Not with a beard on it!"

Drew laughed a little.

Then with a straight face, she said:

"I guess I put you in YOUR place!"

Cue Rachel and Drew's uproarious laughter.