Tonsils

I finally feel recovered from the shivers, I think, but have to admit that when I went to bed last night I thought my throat was a mite sore, and this morning I was sure of it. On one side my tonsils are swollen and inflamed, and I thought it would be a great time to illustrate to Fiona where the tonsils are and talk a little about what they do.

After we had the fun of the flashlights and the mirror and comparison peeking and the aahhhhhhhhs, I was convinced that she'd seen what I wanted her to see. As she padded off unbidden to return the hand mirror, she said over her shoulder, "I'm sorry you have a tonsil, Mom. How did you get it?" Clearly I need some library books to round out the explanation a bit more, but at this very moment I too am sorry I have a tonsil.