Toast is on the long list of things Sally won’t eat. She had some milk, and then she took a bath and I washed her hair. Being clean makes everyone feel better! Now she’s sitting by the fake fire with Ash. She wants some chicken-noodle soup; we’ll be leaving for Walmart shortly.
Other good news is that nobody else is sick, yet. If Pat doesn’t come down with it, we can assume no one will.
When I was a kid, I wouldn’t eat eggs, oatmeal or macaroni and cheese. I was in my mid-twenties before I would eat mushrooms.
We all seem to have certain taste preferences as kids, and who knows why?
Often, if all else failed, we would get rice in milk with cinnamon and sugar when we were ill. Warmed, of course. At any rate, I hope she feels better soon.