C is sick sick sick. It's the flu. Our doctor doesn't think it's the swine flu, which is good, because flu is bad enough with everyone in this house besides C being a high-risk group (a pregnant woman and an asthmatic toddler).
C is spending time sleeping and playing of Xbox and looking like a zombie.
A is not happy when C is sick. I tried to put A down for a nap (C was already napping) and A said, "No, I want to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed." With Daddy, of course.
No, honey, Daddy's sick.
Protest, protest, fit, all made worse by the fact that A needed a nap.
So out we went for a drive and he fell asleep and now he's down for a nap. And I am going to have some chocolate to medicate my headache.
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