As I've mentioned nine billion times, Sev and I were both sick pretty much the last whole month. Because of this, the thermometer has been floating around the house. Seven is now a champ at using it by herself.
She asked me this morning if she could take her temperature. Alright, no harm, no foul. Go for it, kid. She put it under her tongue and paced the house with purpose as she waited for the thing to beep.
It beeped. She analyzed what the little screen said.
"MOM. It says sixty-three pounds and two seconds. I'm not sick."
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