Cough Drops,
Kool-Aid,
Purple Medicine,
And numerous other things that I can't remember...
Reagan is sick. The night before last she had a 103 degree fever and a bad cough and she woke up screaming that there was a wolf in her room. Mymomconnie took her to the doctor the next morning and waited in the tiny room for 2 1/2 hours for the doctor to come out and say, "She has a cold. Give her Robitussin."
Aaaannnddd... how much do we owe you for that?
Later, she was looking through one of Adrienne's school books when she saw a picture of a squirrel. She squealed, "That's what was in my bedroom last night! I saw it!!!"
I think that maybe we might possibly need a lesson on animal identification.
Right now she's running around underwear, and since we're about to go to the store, Mymomconnie asked her, "What about your pants?"
Her reply was, "Don't know" (and the unspoken part was probably "Don't care")!
Last night she woke up in the middle of the night and started out saying, "Where's Mommy? Mommy, I need you!" and built it into, "Mommy, come here RIGHT NOW!!! I WANT TO SEE YOU!!!!"
Let's hope she doesn't start hollering about wolves at Wal-Mart.
No comments:
Post a Comment