Last night around 10:30 Vi was restless and coughing quite a bit, so Brant and I told her we were going to take her temp to see if she had a fever. We put the thermometer under her tong and sure enough she was hot...
Mom: Well Vi, it looks like you have a fever, I'll be right back with some Motrin..
Dad: Why don't you just snuggle up right here on my lap...
Vi: Daddy...why do I have to have a beaver...
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