Another Great One Liner

On Friday morning Sophie sounded like she had a slight sore throat. "Sophie," I said, "you sound a little hoarse." Sophie looked down at her clothes to verify which pajamas she was wearing and says, "No daddy. Dora!"

On a slightly less humorous note the sore throat turned into croup and she spent some of the night barking like a seal in our bed. Normally this wouldn't be different than any other night but it sounded more realistic.

She is still too sick to go to school but is certainly well enough to run around and play. Before you critique the camera work I had a squirming baby on my lap who was flailing his arms in front of the camera. Also, if I tried to look through the camera the scene would have come to a halt as the performers would have demanded to see it.