My six year old has been home sick for a couple of days.
It just wouldn't be winter without a bit of influenza in the house.
I have to admit, though, that I've really enjoyed the two days we've spent quietly together. Little Sister, still fighting fit, has gone to daycare as usual. Daddy has been at work. It isn't often that it's just My Big Girl and me, but for the past two days we've had our Own Time.
We've watched DVDs. We've done crosswords. We've read The Folk of the Faraway Tree (My Big Girl enjoyed it as much as I did at her age).
Best of all, we made a new game for ourselves.
My Big Girl has several books containing outlines of "models", with stencils that you can use to trace clothes onto them. We got bored with just tracing and colouring, and started to wonder whether some real models' clothes might fit our girls...
I grabbed a couple of old InStyle magazines that had been relegated to toilet-reading, and we got to work:
If My Big Girl ever ends up on Project Runway, I will claim this as the day it all began.
She is almost better again now. I probably should feel happy that she will be well enough to go back to preschool in a day or so. Except that I'll miss her so much.