I woke this morning to the sound of fighting. Ah, sweet music to my ears. I always know how sick my kids are by two factors. The cleanliness of my house and the level of bickering. The last few days, toys have remained on shelves and the silence of a sick room has hovered over the sofa. So imagine my delight to come downstairs and find the sofa empty, toys scattered under foot, and the sound of a full fledge sister spat going on. Yes, recovery at last. Even better, it stopped raining and the temperature rose above 40 degrees which, for Portland, means it is a beautiful day for a water ballon fight! Yes!