Estelle Estelle Little Star

As told by Estelle in the car…

“I want to tell Daddy of the story of a little girl.
One morning, this little girl decided to be a good little girl. She ate all her bread and drank all her milk. And she grew and grew until she was taller than her daddy. She was so tall her head hit the roof of the car!”

The poor darling is running a temperature. She’s been sporting the flushed cheeks and red lips since morning. I thought the low grade fever will subside after a dose of paracetamol, but looks like we might not be going to school tomorrow…