My little man is home sick with the stomach flu/head cold. Poor kid, huh? Stuck with both at the same time. Poor little nose is a snot sieve right now. It's really easy to tell when Q is sick, because he sits still. Since before this kid was born, he's been moving. The only time he'll sit still through a whole movie is if a) it's Wallace and Grommit or b) he's sick.
Poor little guy is at his Daddy's. And when I say "poor little guy" I really mean "poor Mommy". It sucks being a single momma with joint custody, especially when her child is sick. What is a Mother's number one job if it isn't to nurse her sick child back to health? I want to be the one with him right now, but my dumb job has me working, to you know...pay the rent and such.
*sigh*
But here is a lil sick Q-ism for you. I called him to see how he was doing...
Q: Mommy, I didn't know you could throw up in the day time.
Me: You didn't? Why not?
Q: Because I've never done it before. I thought you could only throw up in the middle of the night.
Isn't he just sweet? Scrumptious sweet?
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