There is a sick kid at my house. He has taken up residence on my couch.
The longer he is there, the more stuff he is accumulating around himself. First it was a blanket. Then he added a pillow. Some books. Three days worth of socks. Some more books. Pretty soon he is going to ask for a phone line to be put in, I'm afraid. He's starting to resemble a piece of furniture!
I haven't heard him oink yet.
at the doctor today
I made chicken enchiladas for dinner Sunday night. He came and sat at the table and pushed it around on his plate a bit. I asked him if he would rather have something else, maybe a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Coleman straight-faced said, "If I were you, I'd rather throw up peanut butter and jelly than chicken enchiladas." Which of course cracked us all up.
Tonight I made tortilla soup. I joked with Christian that it would taste great coming back up... and he said "Better than it will taste going down!" With such perfect timing that I couldn't even be insulted. (And also because I know that he loves tortilla soup!)
So we are at day 3 and counting. I told him he has to go to school tomorrow because I am tired of looking at him. (Feel the love?) I can do "nurse"; it's just more of a Nurse Ratched!
So, hoping for a better day tomorrow.