Audrey just got out of bed to come downstairs to get a pot and a lid and a sippy cup of water. She's worried she might get sick, and the whole idea originated, I think, from when my wife was sick with the flu this past winter. Audrey, of course, is not sick - she is imagining she might get sick. And even if she got sick, a pot with a lid on it isn't going to do her much good. But at least she has taste - she picked All-Clad. And at least she has her sippy cup - that means Daddy won't have to head downstairs in the middle of the night when she comes in to say she's thirsty.