Tonight, Kim and I decided we'd settle down early to watch the Lemony Snicket movie on DVD. About 8:45 we finished dinner, kids were long in bed, and we flipped the movie. Then the fun began.
9:15, Ellen comes down. "I have a headache." Turns out she really did feel awful, and Kim went up and laid with her for about 30 minutes. She reported the following story later this evening:
"I was lying down with Ellen and stroking her forhead and I started singing to her "On Top Of Spaghetti", like I used to when she was a baby. About half-way through, she starts BAWLING and I said, "Honey, what's the matter?" She says, "The poor meatball...it's had such a hard life..."
10:15: Katie comes downstairs, crying. Kim goes up to take care of her, and then back 10 minutes later.
10:45: Katie comes down again, telling Kim that her "Twinkie" hurt.
"Your Twinkie? what's your twinkie?" Kim asks.
"You know, this finger", Katie responded, pointing to her middle finger.
The movie never got finished. By 11:00 we just gave up. The twinkie was just too much for us.
