So that whole “my throat is scratchy from making voices while reading” thing?

Yeah, not so much.

By about mid-afternoon yesterday I had to leave work with a ripping sore throat, and didn’t sleep much at all last night because of it.  (Well, other factors did contribute to the insomnia…but it was primarily my throat.)

Today is worse.

I’m really hoping that it’s just caused by allergies, and that I don’t pass this on to Daphne…  Because I have no idea what you do with a toddler with a sore throat.  It’s not like she can follow my regimen of salt water gargles, Flonase speedballs and the 5-Halls lunch.

Yeah, don’t get me sick, Dad.  I’ve got a lot going on this week…

Speaking of Daphne’s health, my early suspicions about cryptic and subversive messages being embedded within the music in Daphne’s toys have been nudged even further toward confirmation.

Take for example this little ditty on her Laugh & Learn table, which clearly has hidden instructions about revolutions…

See you tomorrow.

j.s.