"M, what are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing. Just laying around."
"Are you feeling sick or something?"
Well, an hour later we're making a quick run to drop B off at his playdate. On the way home, M says, "Dad, I lied! I LIED, Dad! Because I do feel sick!" Bleah, bleah, bleah -- all over the car.
Took her home and figured it was a one-off sort of thing, but no, she kept vomiting for the next five hours, probably a couple dozen times. We kept her up watching the first half of Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium (an excellent little film, judging by the first half) until she wasn't throwing up any more. Gave her some Gatorade, which she kept down.
So she slept on and off all day today, and started running a fever of 102.5. Didn't eat anything but some fruit and a tiny bit of ice cream in the evening, which she promptly threw up. So we're watching her for dehydration.
J and B suggested that we pray over her, which is something we do whenever someone in the family is particularly sick. So I got our purloined copy of The Catholic Family Book of Blessings and Prayers (actually just borrowed for an excessively long time from the diocese) and prayed the ancient rite of blessing for a sick person over her.
Hope she is better tomorrow.