figured out

Yesterday the whole family had the stomach flu. Alan was the slowest to feel gross and was a huge help in the morning. By afternoon he was gross and went to lie down during nap time. Sarah woke up and came downstairs where I was resting on the couch. "I see Dad is resting in bed." "Yes," I said, "he isn't feeling well." "Oh," she said, "so he finally figured it out."