Poor Dahlia had the stomach flu last week. She has always had a certain knack for describing how her body feels. In the morning I knew we were in trouble when she told me there were “monsters dancing in her belly”. Later that evening, after being sick all day, she told me there was a battle going on in her tummy between the good monsters and the bad monsters. The bad monsters were fighting with guns. The good monster had swords. No wonder she was having a hard time keeping food down … those good monsters needed better weapons.