It's Not Pig Related
So after three days of 102-103 degree fever, I had to take Ani to the doctor to have them check her out. Clear lungs, clear ears, clear throat. Un-fun-swab up the nose for swine flu, negative. Today she's better, but due to the 24 hour fever rule, she's home with me again today.
And now Celyn has her own version, of course, because the concept of isolation in a house with two small children is absurd.
Celyn, unsurprisingly, is a different kind of patient. Her main annoying "sick" habit is her penchant for waking up all night long to have discussions.
I didn't catch their ick, but I do have a slight cough. So last night, during one of her wakeups, she felt it necessary to relate this to me:
"Hey mom? Know what my sister told me? She said that when you hafta cough or sneeze, you do it in your elbow, like dis," she demonstrated.
"She's absolutely right," I murmured sleepily.
After a few minutes, she piped up again.
"Mama? ... you didn't do dat."
"Thanks, Celyn. Go. To. Sleep."
She also woke up to use the bathroom, and that whole process took way longer for me to recover from, sleepwise, and I was awake for probably an hour on top of the numerous random wakings. So ... I'm slightly grumpy today. Celyn's not. She wanted to talk endlessly over breakfast, but her choice of breakfast conversation -- made up knock knock jokes -- while I tried togive myself a blood transfusion drink my coffee, and I started to crack a little.
"Please ... I can't talk anymore. I need to be quiet and drink coffee and stare at the ceiling. Thanks."
I know, I'm a bad mom. But this is what a three year old's knock knock joke is like:
"Knock knock!"
"Who's there?"
"What did the other chicken say to the other chicken?"
"What?"
"I SAID, 'What did the other...?"
"No, I heard you, I meant, what did the chicken say?"
"Cockadoodle doooo! ... Mom? Did you hear me? Wasn't that funny? I said, 'Cockadoodle doooo!' ... Knock knock!!"
So you see my dilemma. Ask for quiet to drink my coffee, or have a nervous breakdown.
And now Celyn has her own version, of course, because the concept of isolation in a house with two small children is absurd.
Celyn, unsurprisingly, is a different kind of patient. Her main annoying "sick" habit is her penchant for waking up all night long to have discussions.
I didn't catch their ick, but I do have a slight cough. So last night, during one of her wakeups, she felt it necessary to relate this to me:
"Hey mom? Know what my sister told me? She said that when you hafta cough or sneeze, you do it in your elbow, like dis," she demonstrated.
"She's absolutely right," I murmured sleepily.
After a few minutes, she piped up again.
"Mama? ... you didn't do dat."
"Thanks, Celyn. Go. To. Sleep."
She also woke up to use the bathroom, and that whole process took way longer for me to recover from, sleepwise, and I was awake for probably an hour on top of the numerous random wakings. So ... I'm slightly grumpy today. Celyn's not. She wanted to talk endlessly over breakfast, but her choice of breakfast conversation -- made up knock knock jokes -- while I tried to
"Please ... I can't talk anymore. I need to be quiet and drink coffee and stare at the ceiling. Thanks."
I know, I'm a bad mom. But this is what a three year old's knock knock joke is like:
"Knock knock!"
"Who's there?"
"What did the other chicken say to the other chicken?"
"What?"
"I SAID, 'What did the other...?"
"No, I heard you, I meant, what did the chicken say?"
"Cockadoodle doooo! ... Mom? Did you hear me? Wasn't that funny? I said, 'Cockadoodle doooo!' ... Knock knock!!"
So you see my dilemma. Ask for quiet to drink my coffee, or have a nervous breakdown.
posted by bizarrogirl at
6:46 AM
3 Comments:
I loathe knock knock jokes. We have 4 boys and none of them "get" the concept yet. We get a lot of random crap or they continuously mess up the banana/orange one. Usually starting with orange and ending with "banana you glad I didn't say orange" Many many nights at dinner we say absolutely not to the knock!
Hahaha many a morning spent this way. I swear our 2 oldest and 2 youngest couldn't be more alike :D
E often tells Owen off in that exasperated 5/6 yo way. "You know, jokes are supposed to be funny" Owen unflapped just says, " I know and I am and I'm so cute cute cute too!"
OMG, I haven't read your blog for awhile. Your stories never fail to produce some much needed laughter in my little world. Thanks for the fix, hon! I can totally relate to have two very wonderful but different daughters, too.
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