What question do you hate being asked?
So...you're husband....???
Pooka's been bugging me to leave the house and go to the bookstore since this morning. As I was hugging her, I thought she felt a little warm so I asked if she wasn't feeling well, as I'm also feeling like I may be coming down with something. Being the little attention-grabber that she is, she agreed that she was not feeling all that well. So I said, "Ok, we'll just stay home then."
"No! I was just staying under the blanket too long, that's why I'm warm."
"No, you weren't. The bed's been done a long time ago!"
"Ma... you know if I was sick, I'd be quiet."
Which is true. When Pooka's sick, she's the sweetest, calmest, quiet, most wonderful kid ever. I've said it to Megan many times before that I wish she was sick more often.
Ok, I'm a bad mom. But sometimes I do need a break from The Pooka... :)
Needed to make a stopover at the beach on my way home because the ocean always calls out to me...