And y'all thought I was dramatic.

It started Friday evening. La's eyes began to droop and she got a tiny bit feverish (99.6 degrees). She started coughing a little. She threw up all over the place. Twice. And then she fell asleep.

As I laid in bed next to her I hoped and prayed that she would be cured by Saturday so that we could participate in Halloween festivities as planned. As luck would have it, she woke up bright and early, as chipper as ever. No fever. No cough. No nuthin. She ate breakfast. She didn't gak afterward. She ran around the house like a crazy little lady.

I deemed her "not sick," chalked the previous night's episode as a "little food bug," and we proceeded with our plans for the day. And she was fine. Totally normal all day long.

Well, this morning, Sunday, she woke up with a fever and a cough. And next thing I knew she was barfing up her Coco Puffs. (yes, I bought her some Coco Puffs during a moment of weakness. She was sick! And she pouted at me in the cereal aisle! WHAT ELSE COULD I DO.)

I hope to god that she didn't infect anyone at the party last night.

So, we've been taking it easy all day today. We've watched Disney, I made homemade chicken noodle soup (Even the broth, people. It took hours.), we watched more Disney.

And boy. Has she been busting me up with her diva-like melodrama. She's been wearing her sunglasses and toting around an aqua blue Tupperware mixing bowl all day long (the same one I used to barf in as a child ... don't worry. I don't EVER use it to cook ... Usually.), taking it into each room, fearful that she may "toss her cookies" at any moment. She even rests it on her lap and sticks her head inside it as a precaution when she goes to the bathroom. Maybe it's wrong of me, but I find these potty break scenes completely hilarious.

She's something else.

If you've never witnessed La's eyebrows in action, there you have them. THE BROWS. I think I could stare at that last frame of video all day long. I wish I would have kept recording because she held her eyebrows exactly like that, unwavering, for another minute and a half while I rolled on the floor laughing. The louder you laugh, the lower they go.

At least she's funny when she's sick.