Dorothy's strep throat came with scarlet fever, a head-to-toe rash. She was irritating the area around her mouth by licking it, and she told me, "My skin feels like sandpaper. Feel it!" I touched her chin, and agreed. "Now feel it with your tongue," she suggested.
Dorothy held her hand in the light of a prism. It reminded her of the picture book A Bad Case of the Stripes. "It's like that Rainbowpox book we used to read," she said.
"I always call the Tangled movie Rapunzel," I said. Dorothy replied, "I still don't know why they call the Jasmine movie Aladdin."