Sick Days

At basketball, Eric asked Emmie why she wasn't dribbling with her left hand during a left handed drill:

"I have a cut on my left hand, and I'm working on getting really good with my right."

(for the record, the cut was a minor paper cut from a week ago)

At times, I consciously throw in a vocabulary word thinking it will be new to Emmie.  Apparently, I am behind the times:

Kris:  Wrigley just collapsed onto the bed.

Emmie:  You mean CO-llapsed.  You said CA-llapsed.

E was home sick from school on Wednesday.....

While texting on my phone (and from a room away):

"Will you please stop typing?  My body doesn't like it."

"No, I don't want toast.  That is bread, and I don't feel like anything from that section.  No cheese either."

I was sick the next two days.  Emmie had a two hour delay both days because of frigid weather.  Eric was very helpful in getting Emmie to/from school and taken care of.  Nonetheless, we still had time home together....Emmie came running each time she heard me throw up; she switched out the throw up buckets, dumped and washed (as if was routine for a 6 yr old).  Emmie managed to build a fairy house over the course of two hours at the foot of my bed.  She had acrylic paints out (on the carpet).  I didn't care.  I even cut a hold in a washcloth for her because she needed a hole for the chimney to be inserted.  Somehow, the carpet is clean.  Emmie was not when she went to school.  :) 

Emmie brought me cheerios with strawberries in it since that was her request once she started feeling better Wednesday evening.  She didn't use the knife on her own (since knows needs supervision); instead she tried to pull/pick the strawberry tops off by hand:
"Don't eat that part.  I didn't get it all, and it is yuck."

26 hours into my being sick....

Emmie:  Will you get me new underwear?

Kris:  Mommy still doesn't feel well.  Can you do that for yourself?  I took care of you while you were sick.

Emmie:  Yeah, but I was only sick for a day, and you've been sick for like 3 days.