John Bull, Sleep Reading Children Bedtime Stories Beds Magazine, UK, 1950
My youngest was in a foul mood when she came home from school yesterday. She was so incredibly rude to her sister that her dad put her on the naughty chair. She didn't take this indignity very well at all, and the poor DH was in her bad books until bedtime. When I emptied and cleaned her lunch box that evening I told the DH that she was in a mood because she had eaten hardly a bite of her lunch. As usual I blamed bad temper on low blood sugar.
Well, this afternoon, during my break from teaching she showed me a particularly itchy spot of eczema, she told me it had been itching her like crazy all morning. It looked like a proper, blistery spot and not a bit like eczema, an upon closer inspection, little spots were popping up all over her face and chest. She also feels achy and has a slight sore throat. Methinks we have the pox! (Chicken pox that is).
Actually, at the moment, she's quite enjoying having chicken pox. She likes to look at her face, examine her spots, she doesn't feel too poorly, she's going to have a whole week off school! And, she turned to me and said, "now I have chicken pox, can you read me The Cross Spotty Child from the My Naughty Little Sister book?" and I, of course, replied "well, yes I can," because it's so nice to link beloved stories to real life events. Pass me the book, the Lucazade, and the calamine lotion, we're hunkering down for the week!