Andi is napping and still healthy. Daddy is napping; up too late last night with vomiting Ella. I need to go turn in preschool tuition or risk paying a late charge. To Sophia and Ella I say,
"Stay inside while I am gone. If someone knocks, No answering the door, stay in the family room. Do not answer the phone. And only go bother daddy if you are: bleeding, throwing up, or can't breathe."
I thought that ought to cover all the bases while being simple enough for them to implement my orders. I think the combination of the stomach bug and strep throat that we have here in our house has tamed them enough so that I needn't worry about them climbing, jumping, or attempting to fly like a fairy off furniture.
Sophia looked at me and said quizzically,
When I laugh...really hard...I can't breathe."