I picked Kristina up from school with a 102 temperature today. She changed into her winter pajamas, her thermal socks, her down jacket and then settled on the couch with the pillow and comforter from the bed. She dozed in and out for a few hours. Periodically she would wake up and say the strangest things like:
"I love this couch. I prayed for myself. The coffee talked to me. I feel better."
"My head hurts. Does this mean I have brain damage?"
"Dad said a bad word - habitual."
"My hair is soft."
"Dad, what are you doing? Wanna pass me the M&M's?"
"I'm not a magazine maker."
"What's the highest fever?"
"I think I'm going to go to bed." (rolls over and faces the couch.) "I don't think anyone heard that."
Of course, Robert took great pleasure in trying to carrying on a conversation with her in this state. He was sitting in his chair reading one of Calvin's commentaries. He told her she should try to read some of his books. She said, "No, I need lower books. Your books are high definition books."