Sick, Sick, Sick

Well, it's official... I've caught the Child's cold. Which means that I'll be twice as sick for twice as long as he's been.

Yesterday, feeling the cold coming on, I planted myself on the couch all afternoon. It was lovely. I watched "Thoroughly Modern Millie" (horribly awful asian stereotypes, but I do love Julie Andrews) and took a short nap after RJ got home.

When I woke up, the Child was sitting with RJ at the computer, playing and chatting. When he saw that I was awake, he came and snuggled with me. And talked. And talked some more.

I said, "Buddy, it's ok to be quiet and not talk sometimes."

He said, "No I don't want to be quiet. I'm not, Mama. I'm not. Not. I'm not quiet. I'm not. Mama? I'm not quiet. I'm not."