What I said

October 10, 2010 at 6:32 pm (Parenthood, PJ)

8pm on a Saturday:

What I said: I’m so sorry, honey.  Puking up [as they call it] is sooo yucky.  You’ll be OK.  I know, it sucks.

What I thought: Not aaaa-gain. 

What I said: Let’s get you into the shower.  We’ll get you cleaned up and into bed. 

What I thought:  Sure, steam-cleaning the entire family room carpet that you just sprayed with SEAFOOD CHOWDER, NO LESS, that’s exactly what I want to do with my Saturday night.  Kill me now.

What I said: Next time you start to feel sick, start heading to the bathroom, OK?  Even if you don’t get sick, it’s better to be safe.

What I thought: C’mon, isn’t that obvious?

What I said:  Goodnight bud.  I love you.

What I thought:  I love you, my sweet sweet baby who’s getting soooo big.  Look at the way your sick feet stretch almost all the way to the end of your twin bed.  Wasn’t it just yesterday that you took up only the top third?

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1 Comment

  1. Jenn @ Juggling Life said,

    The seafood chowder part sounds especially yucky.

    When my kids were really little we just asked them to make it to the tub–much bigger target than the toilet.

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