Last night as I pulled into the driveway, Alexis started to cough. It was sudden and out of nowhere, except that the very second she did it, I realized it was like déjà vu to the fourth degree. The fact of the matter is that she has been sick four Saturdays this year, a most definite record, and each time it has been exactly the same. She didn't have a fever or any other outward signs of illness, but she's been sort of coughing and saying that she just plain didn't feel well.
The common denominator? She spent Friday evening playing in the dirt while I played softball.
It was the last softball game of the season, so it's really just dandy that I just now figured out that when the kid inhales fourteen pounds of fine silt as she rolls around in it like a Scrooge McDuck in his piles of cash, she has some sort of allergic reaction or something. WHOOPS.