Susie MaHara, Ratta Tats & the Sick One . . . . . .

The last 24 hours have been very interesting. F has been very grumpy and really whiney the last 2 days, so I decided to take him to the doc. Diagnosis? Ear infection! They gave me some antibiotics, the correct dosage amounts for tylenol and motrin, and then sent me on my merry way. C didn't get sick until she was about 15 months old, so this sick baby stuff is new to me. And I have to say - it sucks. F woke up last night with a high fever and those of you who know me personally, know that I would rather deal with any other kind of sickness than fevers. I hate them. They scare me. Anyway, F woke up with a fever last night, so we got to have a sleepover together. There is NOTHING restful about sleeping with an 8 month old. I think he is feeling a tad bit better today. The motrin seems to be helping a ton. I coaxed a little smile out of him after he ate lunch:
While F was taking his first nap, C informed me that she really wanted to go to a parade again. She told me how much she liked the candy, but she "hated ratta tats." ??????

Me: You hate what?
C: Ratta Tats. They are gross
Me: What is a Ratta Tat?
C: You know, those things you get at parades. They are chewy, but gross . . . .
Me: Do you mean Laffy Taffy's? (I really had to think hard to remember what treats were in her after-the-parade treat bag)
C: Yeah, Laffy Taffy's, or you can call 'em Ratta Tats.
Me: oh, okay.

After F woke up from his morning nap, I needed to run to the store to buy more motrin. I always seem to run out at the worst possible time. Anyway, C was still in her pj's. I told her to run upstairs and put some clothes on. She took FOREVER. I finally threatened to put her in a time out if she didn't come down now. I was waiting for her in the kitchen. About 30 seonds later, here comes C into the kitchen, yelling something totally incoherent. This is how she was dressed:

Me: Holy Smokes C. What are you wearing?
C: I'm not C anymore! I'm Susie MaHara!
Me: Susie MaHara???
C: Yeah! You have to call me Susie MaHara!

I told Susie MaHara to put some pants on, and then I took both Susie MaHara and F to the store. Its been almost 2 hours since I was introduced to Susie MaHara, and she is still with me. C is not around anymore . . . . . . . . I have no idea where C came up with Susie MaHara, or why Susie wears socks on her hands or underwear on her head. I'm still trying to figure it out.