Monday, March 16, 2009

Perceptive Little Fellow

I am sick. Fever, cough, general yuckiness. Not enough to kill me, just enough to annoy me.

When Jay finished working this afternoon he encouraged me to climb in bed and stay. He didn't have to ask me twice! Twenty minutes later, Tony assessed the situation and gleefully declared, "The whole house is a playground and we can eat whatever we want!"

Yep, Daddy is in charge.


KatieGirl said...

Mom's are allowed to be sick? No one told me this. I hope you feel better soon.

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear you are sick. Take care of yourself so that can rescue the house soon. Here's funny though. When I torn my muscle two weeks ago the doctor instructed me to keep it iced and elevated for 48 hours. Tim put me in bed and there I stayed for 48 hours at the mercy of my husband and my children. The first morning, they forgot I was there and left the house without getting me any water or food. I waited until the afternoon when the children came home to beg for food and water. Did I feel loved or what? Thought of you as we finished up the Carne Huga last night.