Poor little Kenzie is so sick. It just breaks our heart. Her throat is so sore and she cries every time she coughs. She is trying to be a trooper for us, though, and right now we are having a little reprieve, as she is hopped up on Motrin and about to get some ice cream. Which gives me a minute to transcribe our conversation from 5 minutes ago, while she was eating her dinner of Lipton Cup o' Noodles:
Kenzie: "Did you make me a special dinner?"
Dad: "Yes Kenzie. You are special!"
Kenzie: "Thank you... I said thank you 'cause you said a nice thing to me"
Dad: "awww. You are a nice girl!"
Kenzie: "But sometimes I make bad choices."
Later, after taking the below photo... "I smiled, but I didn't say cheese, 'cause my throat is hoarse"
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