She-Ra the Godsend

I will have to admit, the hardest part about being sick as a dog is the Princesita and the Young Prince.

She-ra, Princess of ?? and mother of 3, not a mere 2 but THREE, from neighboring quadrant of town, came to the rescue this morning, even as her mother is visiting from Afar, completely out of her way, to bring The Young Prince to his preschool classroom...and not only did that but she picked him up, picked up McD's Happy Meals for All (a royal favorite among the young group), ran off to get the Princesita from the end of her kindergarten day, and wouldn't let me pay for lunch.

She even called later to ask if she could take them for a while this afternoon--a point at which The Young Prince was SCREAMING at Princesita about something having to do with the Happy Meal, the Court Jester cat wouldn't get off my butt (literally) and I was tempted to take her up on the offer!

Dear She-Ra. Thank you for all your help today. It is one thing to be off, alone, sick in a foreign country. It is quite another to have responsibilities to fulfill, children to get places, etc., and I am not often enough sick, especially sick like this, to have to worry about it. I hope to not have to pay you back in equivalencies...but as you always say, it always comes around.

And I promise not to make you anything shrimp-containing from my kitchen...ever! Not that it would affect you in the end, anyway, but still...I make a point to say that NOBODY else got sick from this, so it obviously wasn't a point of my lack of cooking skills at fault!