A bowl of this spiced pumpkin tapioca pudding is curing all my ails right now. We just tossed our first family cold around – a right of passage I’ve been told. Zoella got sick early last week, capped off with a 103°F temperature. She wanted to do nothing but nurse in bed all day while shoving her snotty fingers in my mouth and valiantly fought it off in a day.
Naturally I caught it next and also wanted to do nothing but lay in bed, but by that time Zoella was on the mend and ready for entertainment. My mom comforted me with, “moms don’t get to be sick.” Noted. Sniffle. I’m on day 3 of “not” being sick.