Poor little girl

Last week, Charlotte and I got a terrible stomach bug.  It passed quickly, but we sure had a rough night.  Corey came down with it this week and had an even tougher go of it.  I refrained from documenting any of his pain and suffering, but I couldn't help but take a shot of Charlotte after her night of terror.  She was one pitiful little customer -- at least until she declared she wasn't sick at all and that her barfing was over.  Then it was business as usual, with a side order of cranky.