This morning, I get up to Nana already sprawled out on the couch watching Noggin (which, by the way, if you have a toddler whom you allow to watch TV, is a necessity). Today is a school day (not real school, people, but really a Mom’s Morning Out) for the girls, and I think Nana knew it. Recently, she hasn’t been to keen on the idea of going to school, but once she gets there and I’m gone, she’s all smiles. Anyhoo, she’s already aware that if she’s sick, she doesn’t have to go. So, first thing she says to me, “I’m sick. Mine tummy hurts.” She’s 3. What am I in for in the next umpteen years? Dear Oprah…