happily sick

Aidan knows the in's & out's of stomach sickness, but Davyn rarely catches any bug.  Thus, he hasn't been properly trained in sick protocol.  As in, to throw up you run to the toilet. And that is how it came to pass that D's bedding was in the wash on this Sunday morning.  And mine was lined up right behind for the next load.

Still, after the double doing, he asked with twinkling eyes and wan complexion, "so this means I really am sick, right?" 

He was obviously beyond excited.

"I don't like throwing up, but if I'm really sick, I get to eat upstairs.  And I get special drinks.  And I get to lay in your room.  And I get alone time with you and dad."

Though feeling fine within an hour, he still got official *sick treatment* today.  To atone for the injustice of good health, I suppose. 

What a boy!

Comments

[Summer]

Wow! He is very observant. He has probably just been WAITING for his turn to get the sick treatment! I hope he is feeling better soon. Sorry for you that you have to do all that extra laundry. Love the picture

[Jill S.]

What a darling picture of your "sick" boy! I understand his happiness about it, because every now and again it is rather glorious to get the sick treatment. For me that means lying in bed all day reading guilt free.

[Angie Ras]

Ha! That is so dang cute.
I totally remember that bed.

[michelle]

That is hilarious.