She came halfway up the stairs this morning and just tood there and cried. When I asked what was the matter she just shrugged and wouldn't or couldn't say.
She said her tummy hurt and sure enough a few minutes later she threw up.
So I spent 45 minutes waiting on the phone for her grandparents to hang up so I could ask them to fetch Isabel instead of me dropping her off. No fun bundling Sofia up in the car to have her throw up in there, and I can't well leave her home alone.
Eventually they hung up and my FIL came and picked Isabel up.
Now we're hanging out on the sofa watching Cinderella and experimenting with rice cakes and water. So far she says she feels better.
So still no experimenting with the new sewing machine.
Ah well, time for that later.
