Its supposed to be a Weightwatchers based blog with a little bit of my life thrown in, but it seems like its the complete opposite. A little something for your reading pleasure....
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
What a nice gift
You know, I would have taken pizza, candy, flowers, a card. But, no. Brandon gave me an upper respiratory infection. How nice of him. He's lucky he's cute.
Brandon is one of the most giving children I know. He will give you his only piece of candy even though it is his favorite and loves it. Unfortunately, nobody told him there are times you don't have to share....He would be so sad to know you are sick.
It happens...it's part of the "mom" package. We get puked on, we get pooped on and sometimes, we get the sickies too! Just another day...
I like Amy's comment - blame it on the cootie infested room down the hall. We all know they don't have to hand hygiene like "we" do. Gotta love nosocomial infections.
3 comments:
Eh, blame it on the kid down the hall...Brandon's too cute to give anyone sickies.
Brandon is one of the most giving children I know. He will give you his only piece of candy even though it is his favorite and loves it. Unfortunately, nobody told him there are times you don't have to share....He would be so sad to know you are sick.
It happens...it's part of the "mom" package. We get puked on, we get pooped on and sometimes, we get the sickies too! Just another day...
I like Amy's comment - blame it on the cootie infested room down the hall. We all know they don't have to hand hygiene like "we" do. Gotta love nosocomial infections.
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