Waffle Update

Newsletter 2020-02-15

Waffle survived. As if there could be any doubt my four-year-old would triumph over the flu, croup, and mortality itself. When the grim reaper eventually comes for her many, many years from now, I have no doubt she’ll headbutt him in the face and live forever. Only two things are inevitable, but for Waffle, it’s just taxes.

As you know from last week’s email, Waffle was hospitalized overnight last Saturday for breathing trouble. She was discharged Sunday, and I kept her home through Monday. The doctor, who gave Waffle a chest steroid so powerful she could breathe underwater, said the fever might come back as Waffle’s superpowers faded, so I kept a close eye on her. Waffle was thrilled at first that she got to stay home and wear her pajamas all day, but she quickly grew bored when she realized there was no one at home to fight with. She needs sisters around to perpetually sharpen her verbal and physical combat skills. When the Vikings described Valhalla, they were talking about my house.