Here's Jarrah trying to look after me, as I languished on my fainting couch in the aftermath of food poisoning:
J: Here's your water, Mama!
S: Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate it.
(time goes by)
J: How are you loving that water?
S: I'm...loving it. It's great water.
J: Good. Here's your medal. (she tries to put a toy dog collar over my head)
S: Ummmm....
J: I'll just put it by your bed, so you don't get germs on it.
(time goes by)
J: Here's your baby! He's very tiny, so be careful. (hands me a stuffed otter--instinctively, I start to snuggle it)
S: Thank you!
J: His name is...Cosmo. (clearly, Mama has been doing too much drinking)
S: That's a good name.
J: You can hold him while we're gone so you won't be sad.
(about a minute later)
J: Okay, I need Cosmo! (yanking him out of my arms) Your time is up! I'm taking him in the car. Try not to be sad.
S: Okay. I'll try. (but I did feel strangely sad)
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Aww...she took away the schnuggle buddy?! Cruel, cruel nurse...
"Your time is up! Try not to be sad!" I am using that one tout de suite!
Hope you are feeling better.
xoxo
s
Four year olds are not good nurses. They don't really, actually care about you or your illness. They just want you to get better so you can make them their favorite snacks.
Then again, most of the adult nurses I've known aren't all that great either. I must think on this.
Hope you feel better soon, darling! And that the amusing ministrations continue. ;-)
xo
Miss J
Well, it's good thoughts that count right! What a sweetheart to nurse her mama :)
Food poisoning? How terrible! My sympathies. Good thing you have that Jarrah girl offering up all tat comic relief.
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