I haven't been by in a while, because both my boys have been sick with whatever plague happens to be assaulting the Delaware Valley at this time. Three boxes of tissues, a ton of Robitussin Pediatric Cough, Cold and Flu and a lot of "Mbombby!"'s later, and the oldest is back in school. The little one is once again causing mischief. He's no longer sitting in Mommy's lap, whining about his poor little throat.
Of course, now that he feels better, he's decided to torture me with repeated renditions of the SpongeBob Christmas episode while denuding the tree... but hey, you can't have everything, right? Better naughty than miserable.
Of course, the oldest was hoping for a few more days out of school:
"You know, Mommy (fake cough) my throat still doesn't feel quite right."
My hands hit my hips as I looked at him skeptically. "Uh-huh. Five minutes ago you were screaming like a banshee while chasing your brother because he'd stolen the remote."
Big, blank brown eyes stared up at me. "Yeah, but it still hurt." (sniffle)
"If you can chase your brother and threaten him with bodily harm you can go to school."
"Aw, man," he muttered as he schlepped off to the sofa and another round of Spongebob.
Needless to say, he went back to school yesterday. Now I just have to protect the tree (and my sanity) from the three year old.
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