Rob: Babe, are you making dinner, or should I--
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I'be sick.
Norah: Mama, would you like to read a story with me?
Me: Ub, ask Daddy. I dod't doe if I cad right dow.
(This is her new thing, "Would you like...XYZ?" Mama, would you like to make me a snack? Daddy, would you like to carry me upstairs, or would Mama like to do it? Mama, would you like to DRILL HOLES IN YOUR FACE SO THE CONGESTION CAN OH PLEASE DEAR GOD FINALLY BREAK? Yes, precious, yes I would.)
So disgustingly sick. Will return at a later date.
Posted in: on 2/27/2008 at at 2:39 PM