We've marked the occasion of summer hiatus by Lila falling ill. Poor thing is as hot as a potato and boy is she mad about it. Lots of screaming, and ordering us all around. Her feet barely touched the floor today.
We made a trip to the doctor who told us exactly what Doctor Puck told us over the phone from 3,000 miles...probably roseola or some such virus. She screamed for the entire doctor's visit. It as so strange to see little miss sunshine so inconsolable. This is her first illness that has really altered her personality.
And she won't eat anything. Anything except her favorite "chachers" - Annie's BBQ flavored bunny-shaped crackers. After not eating anything else all day, I finally let her eat them by the fistful straight out of the box. She was drunk with power and had a little rim of BBQ dust around her lips, as she stretched out on my lap and screeched with any attempt I made to multi-task. It was all pretty decadent, but Aida said that if the only good thing about being sick is getting spoiled, so be it. I agree.
In other news, we have Sheila and her baby Arlo in town from New York, and before the illness hit, we went down to Venice and walked over to the playground on the beach. Lila's current aversion to the ocean is so strong that she wouldn't actually play on any of the playground equipment because she didn't like the ocean view as the backdrop (and physically, the actual shore was at least 100 sandy yards away). She kept trying to wave the ocean away, saying, "No! No oo-cean! No! Go 'way!"
I love ya little buddy, but that's what we call spitting in the wind.
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