Lil’ Man got the flu. That means Wifey gets to play hooky this week. While Lil’ Man is acting a little pathetic today, he Ferris Buellered the shit out of Wifey.
She and Lil’ Man are getting ready to take a nap in our bed. The love of my life decides that it would be a good idea for Lil’ Man to get me sick by telling him to sleep on my side of the bed (I just can imagine all those flu viruses taking refuge in my pillow).
He was having none of that. He may be sick, but Lil’ Man still was sharp. He kept trying to get on her side, but she kept blocking him. Then, he found his opportunity – “Softie” his dirty, saliva stained bundle of softness was lying on the floor – just out of Wifey’s reach.
So Lil’ Man, the chip off the ole block that he is, asked for Softie in only that doe eyed way every 2 year old suffering from flu can pull off. Wifey’s bullshit meter was already in nap mode so she got up to get it for him.
Bam! It happened that quick – Lil’ Man slid over and claimed the side of the bed he wanted.
I couldn’t have done it better myself. I was so proud today.
