Saturday, 23 October 2010

And I Thought My Diet Was Bad

Stephen is sick. I personally suspect man-flu, but who knows? It's difficult to tell with boys.

Kallie is going over today to take care of him. (Aw, how sweet!) I questioned the necessity of this, especially as she could be spending the day with me doing nothing.

"I have to go," Kal explained. "Do you know what that boy eats when he's sick?"



"Not the best choice for a full recovery," I commented.

"It get's worse. He also has nuttelex on bread!"

"That's not that bad," I said.

"Did I say nuttelex? I meant nutella."

Friday, 22 October 2010

No, That One's Mine

Today, I was sitting with Thomas at rest time. He wasn't going to sleep, so Helen and I sat around joking with him. You can have a LONG conversation with Thomas using three main phrases: "No," "Why?" "That's my (Pa, Charlotte, Bug, etc)".

He was wriggling around on my lap when he noticed that I have a mole. It's on the side of my chin, kind of near my neck, so it's not all that noticable. He asked me, "What's that?"

"That's my mole," I told him.

"No, that's MY mole!"