Annika was clearly working on a fever tonight at bedtime. She was only 101, though, not at the magical 101.5 that we call an "actual" fever, so we put her to bed and crossed our fingers and toes. We did arm her with a "throw-up bowl", though, just in case. This has never actually worked out in practice, but it reassures her to know that the stuff has an appropriate place to go if the urge should hit. She does like to be prepared.
I hope we don't have yet another middle of the night drive to CHOI's E.R. There must be some biological reason to explain why illnesses always seem to sweep in with their greatest fury in the night-time hours. Feel free to enlighten me if you know.