Despite making a list with topics to write about for almost every day of this challenge, I’ve only used 3 of the 8 topic ideas I’d planned. For whatever reason, the original idea isn’t going to work out, so I’m left scrambling at the last second trying to find a new topic. Clearly I should have just skipped planning altogether and winged it.
Since the “I” for today isn’t going to work (I accidentally used it for part of another post), I asked Little Man for suggestions. He considered it for a moment and suggested “illness.” Since one of us has had a virus or some other illness for the better part of the last four months, it’s no surprise that particular “I” word was at the forefront of his mind.
“Yeah, girl,” Little Man said, “You know how we’ve been getting sick all the time. Ooooh, you could draw how we get sick on purpose, too, that way we can get out of school.”
Uh, what?
“You each got the flu twice since the beginning of the New Year to get out of school? Plus strep?” I asked. And then there were other various stomach bugs and colds. That would be pretty hardcore.
Little Man looked rather sheepish. “Well, not exactly like that. But we were happy to get sick because we did get out of school.”
“Hmm. So there was a silver lining with getting the flu.”
Illness it is, then.
Rather than give you a visual of the behind-the-scenes flu puking action (maybe I’ll save that for another day), I’ll write a little bit about how Baby Girl keeps claiming to be sick. Most of the time she looks for excuses to go to the doctor, because she loves the doctor — she even walks around with a stethoscope half the time. (Last week she said she needed to go to the hospital over a scratch.) Sometimes, though, her illnesses appear when she wants something.
Like on Sunday:
I was cracking up over her sudden illness that could only be cured by a popsicle, but things turned south after I said she was full of crap. (Oops.)
Yeah, she got the popsicle.
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HAHAHA! Oh she’ll get her popsicle!
I sit here afflicted with my herpetic explosion — not just my cold sore atrocity, but fever, body aches, swollen glands — and I kid you not, when The Mister asked me what he could do to help, I told him milkshakes would help. AND THEY DID! 😀
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Ugh I hope you feel better! I think one of those custard milkshakes could cure about anything 😉
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LOL that’s a good one. Don’t feel alone at having to come up with something different at the last moment. I’ve had to change several of my planned letters because I used Billy Joel with Elton John for the “E’s.” They did a “face to face” concert so I couldn’t separate them like I have been able to with other bands.
Janet
I Am..I Said
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Haha nothing ever goes as planned!
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Great post, great illustrated convo, and yeah, I too give into the silly demands of my babies sometimes — especially when my energy tank runs dry. LOLS all around.
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Thanks! It’s hard not to, especially when they’re so darn cute 😄
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If getting a popsicle is that easy, next time I’m sick I’m coming over lol
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Lol! Just promise I won’t have to cut the red part off of the red, white, and blue bomb popsicle 😉
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Heck no. Red is the best flavor
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One tiny little mistake… 🙂
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We’re screwed when she gets older.
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Me again! I also loved LM’s back-peddling over the “sick on purpose” thing. Nice save!
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Ohh… she’s manipulative. That’s hilarious and she knew exactly how to play ya 🙂 Would have worked on me, too.
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I doubt she’d have had to get past the first “I want a popsicle” with my husband 😄
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Just the opposite here. DW gives in much quicker than I do.
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Hahaha! Life’s too short not to hand out popsicles 🙂
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True! 😄
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She hustled you good ha
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Haha she sure did
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I’m consistently amazed and horrified at the level of manipulation a child has over an adult. I think there is an age though where all of this manipulation is wiped from our memories because I don’t remember being even half as manipulative at my daughter can be when she wants something. I blame the Internet…… and YouTube, yeah, YouTube.
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Haha! YouTube’s da devil 😉 I’d like to think I wasn’t as manipulative or devious, but my dad takes every opportunity to point out how BG is mini-me in every possible way.
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This was hilarious!! How many years do you think you have before LM does start faking his own illness just to get out of school?? I remember faking being sick SO many times with my big sister, but to get out of Sunday School. The old thermometer under hot water trick … worked every time!!
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Probably not long! I seriously doubted a couple of his illnesses this year, just because of how he acted about it, but one time he ended up having the flu and the other time strep, so I felt awful lol. I used to do that, too, get out of church, only I’d blame PMS, and my dad didn’t want to go near that 😀
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Whenever I need to make myself feel better I shall say to myself “I not cwap”!
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Haha! 😀
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Little manipulator.
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