Poor old little e is not feeling real crash hot. She's got this gross conjunctivitis thing, and her eyes are all puffy and red. We are going to take her to the doctors' this morning. You know what the books call the stuff that comes out of your eyes? Pus. Gross! I much prefer the term eye-boogers.
Anyway I'm looking forward to her waking up soon so I can give her a cuddle and she and I can go and eat our Weet-Bix together.