I'm about 99.9999 percent certain my poor daughter has a case of the mean reds.
She won't eat.
It's like she's going through a bad breakup or something.
And despite her itty, bitty age, Lola has proved she's already mastered a very valuable coping mechanism.
Sometimes the easiest way to evade a terrible day is to literally hide away.
I hope tomorrow is kinder to you.