One by one we've been dropping like flies the last few days with a vomiting bug. Last night was Anna's turn. She vomited all over Léon's Kissy bear (my 36 year old teddy) during the night. The bear was stuck in the wash (and surprisingly didn't disintegrate!) and she came down to our bed for the rest of night vomiting on and off all night. Finally after about twelve hours she came through, stopped throwing up and started to feel a little hungry. Quite matter of fact, and with no emotion other than a little surprise, she stated 'I think I am starting to get better.' I didn't think about what she was saying until she added. 'I thought I was going to die. When Pumpa got sick he died.' When I think about it, she got a 100% attendance certificate at nursery last week so she probably doesn't remember the last time she was sick. Wee pet.