Be careful what you wish for

On Thursday last week Paula woke up at 6am crying saying she didn't feel good. 15 minutes she vomited in my toilet. Stomach flu. As I'm standing next to her holding her hair She says "I changed my mind. I like summer school. I want to go to summer school." Why is she saying this? Because the night before in bed she said she hated summer school and was never going there again. In her young mind, she caught the flu as a direct result from what she said. So sad and cute at the same time.