Just over two weeks ago the Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 began the school holidays with the chicken pox. Her sister, The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2, coveted those spots. She closely examined every area of skin for the slightest change in colour or the tiniest increase in size that would indicate that she too was getting the chicken pox. We indulged her fantasies and pretended to see spots where there were none.

Finally, she got her wish. The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 has the chicken pox. She has spots on her eyelids, in her hair, in every crease, in fact, all over.

And she's miserable. Our usually happy Adorable Granddaughter#2 is now crying in pain and complaining that it hurts. Sleep has become a distant memory for her parents.

As with these things, it must run its course. Hopefully it will be a reasonably short course. I imagine though that The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 will be more careful about what she wishes for in the future.


winterwren said…
Oh, no! Poor sweetie! It makes me sad to think of it. And she is so little! Too little to really understand and far too little to reap any of the usual chicken pox benefits (i.e. staying home from school and watching more television than usually least how that is how it worked in my family.)

I hope she feels better very, very soon.
SchnauzerMom said…
I remember having the chicken pox, bad stuff. I hope she is feeling better now.

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