March Break day four
I'm sick. Angus is sick. Good thing I front-loaded the week. Last night Eve and I watched Where the Wild Things Are. I thought it was amazing, but she said "there aren't a whole lot of happy parts in this movie", and she wasn't wrong. Angus had a friend sleep over last night and I was watching a friend of Eve's this morning, and Angus and I started trading coughs around 4 a.m. so the morning was Angus and Nathan playing basketball and hockey outside and Eve and Laura making little books, and the afternoon was Angus lying on his futon watching The Mighty Ducks on the little DVD player while insisting he wasn't tired and Eve trying to make exercise equipment for a fairy (more on this later). And I hid in my room and read something hard-boiled and not too taxing. Also, I gave Eve a bath. For an hour and a half. With Barbie Mermaids. This is one section of ninety minutes of singing, yarn-spinning and general commentary:
"You have to go back to your Dad."
"Mom, I'm not going back. I have to save you. It's in the legend."
"Actually the legend says your Mom dies."
"Go with the legend. Go with the legend, girl."
"I'm not listening to some stupid legend! I'm doing what my heart says."
"Are you sure it's not what your stomach says?"
"Save the Mom! Save the Mom! Save the Mom! Save the Mom!"
"Okay stomach, you can stop. We get it."
How can you not love this kid?
"You have to go back to your Dad."
"Mom, I'm not going back. I have to save you. It's in the legend."
"Actually the legend says your Mom dies."
"Go with the legend. Go with the legend, girl."
"I'm not listening to some stupid legend! I'm doing what my heart says."
"Are you sure it's not what your stomach says?"
"Save the Mom! Save the Mom! Save the Mom! Save the Mom!"
"Okay stomach, you can stop. We get it."
How can you not love this kid?
Comments
Hope you're feeling better soon.
hope you and angus aren't too affected by a plague.
Get well soon!
Hope recuperation is swift.