the sickies

The sickies started last Sunday, and are thankfully all gone!

This was me last Monday morning. Trust me I felt worse than I looked! Saltines and gingerale = The Breakfast of Champions

Let me give you some background before I start my story. A while ago Trevan picked his nose and was going to eat it, and I told him not to eat it and he asked why of course. So I gave him a lesson on germs and ickies and such, and he had his bugar on his finger and looked at it and goes, "I'll put it back." and was going to stick it back up his nose! Fast forward...

So after church last SundayI am laying in bed with Trevan getting ready for my nap and all of a sudden he hear John throwing up (quite loudly) in the downstairs bathroom. Trevan asks what makes people sick. I proceeded to give him various reasons talking about viruses and germs, and he goes, so bugars make you sick? Yes. Yes, Trevan they make you very sick.

After making sure John was okay. I fell asleep and woke up hours later to John throwing up again. I went downstairs and Trevan was sitting there, and I was like, "I thought you were going to snuggle with me and take a nap?" He goes, "I had to check on Daddy." Me, "How was he?" Him, "Good... no, not good." He is so funny. Needless to say John missed three days of work. Glad to all be feeling better!