You get a call from your mother-in-law, kind enough to watch your child two days a week, saying that "K- is sick with a fever and she vomited."
"So K-, what do you think that your number is going to be?" "Um, Mommy, I think that it'll have a one and a two in it." While I'll be, she's right. 101.2 F and chugging upwards.
"K-, do you want me to ask Daddy to pick up anything special for you on his way home?"
"Yes, I would like soup with a hole in it (Soup at Hand) and a toy, please. Daddy always gets me a toy when I puke. " (That he does.) Since we have soup without a hole at home, I told her that soup with a hole is a Chicago thing. That's a special Aunt Kristin thing. (I'm cheap, people.)
So, hubs will be searching out the local Wal for Sprite and a suitable toy to commemorate this bout of the stomach funk.
I'm thinking that work and school tomorrow are not in our future. But, I have a full pot of chili in the crock pot to keep me well fed! Well, that and soup without a hole.