Today I'm feeling worse than yesterday. I talked to my mom, and she said that she has the same thing. So, apparently, this is some kind of crud we picked up at the Children's Museum in Indianapolis.
Anyway, I decided to try to take a little nap. (You know I'm sick if I attempt to lay down in the middle of the afternoon!). Two seconds later:
"Mama, how do you spell, "Super Mario Propeller Hat Toys?"
You've got to be kidding me! I croaked out the letters while my son wrote them on a piece of paper.
"Mama, when you get better, can you mail this piece of paper to Macy's. I saw a commercial that said they can make anything you want. Isn't that nice?"
Two minutes later, I hear a commotion in the kitchen. (Oh, did I mention that the dog threw up today, and I had to clean that?). Now what?
A knock on my door. "Mama, I made you a snack so you can get better." My son brought in a plate of strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and carrots.
"That's sweet," I said. "Now Mommy really needs to rest."
More commotion in the kitchen. A knock at my door. "Mama, I brought you some healthy juice." He placed the glass of Acai juice on the night stand.
"Thank you honey, now I really need to rest."
Two minutes later, "Mama, are you better yet?"
"I brought you some yogurt."
I guess he really wants that Super Mario Propeller Hat Toy.
(Then the dog started whining and that was the end of my "rest.")