The other day was a sick day at our house.
We started by sharing a blanket on the couch. Jack had Bunny and his thumb. I had my coffee and my phone. Our feet were warm.
|Note: Bunny is pillow. See tail sticking out from under head.|
The day was downgraded to a real sick day when the fever rose. His need for proximity to Momma grows in pace with his temperature. Of course, I love this, because I don't get tons of cuddles anymore. He's far too busy running around. Always, the running.
|Note: Bunny is best friend. See head being held in Toddler Death Grip.|
The day got downgraded again when he started feeling really bad. This is when I had the brilliant idea to give him a milkshake, since he wouldn't eat and hadn't all day.
|Note: Bunny is lifeline. He's bottoms up at this point, but still in Death Grip.|
The problem? He had never tried a milkshake before, so when we enthusiastically offered him one, he interpreted it literally and rejected the idea with scorn.
Us: Jack, do you want a milkshake?
Jack: [confused look] NO MILKSHAKE!!!!!!
Me: Jack, but it's a milkshake! Milkshakes are "ice cream juice"!
Jack: [angry but intrigued] ... Ice cream juice??
And with that, victory was ours. He's still on the mend, but damn did he drink that ice cream juice like nobody's business.
I hope your day has ice cream juice in it. Because, why not?