Well, it's not chicken pox (DH is off the hook on that one), it's roseola.
DH panicked when he realised that Little Sprout wasn't eating as much as he thought she should be, and insisted on taking her to the ER. Doc said not to worry, just push fluids so she doesn't get dehydrated.
I had to laugh, because here DH was so worried she wasn't drinking enough and the minute he left for band rehearsal she downed an entire bottle for me. I think maybe she has already learned to "play" him a bit.
I hate to admit it, but I kinda like her being all lethargic like this. No screaming, no getting into things, she is completely content to sit in her swing all day long. I could get used to this.