Angus has walking pneumonia, I've got friends in from out of town, trying to finish my WIP, and grading papers like mad. You won't see me around the blog-o-sphere til next week, which will hopefully help cure this maddening case of the stupids I have. I shall be marking google reader as "all read" until I get a grip on everything and then I shall be back. So don't forget me while I am gone and I shall see you in a week, I hope. But I will leave you with Youngest's latest attempt at negotiating.
This morning Angus is home sick. The walking pneumonia has given her a terrible headache, cough and diarrhea. But my friend's kids are also here and Youngest loves my friend's daughter. So this morning I'm trying to drop Oldest and Youngest to camp. Usually they love to go but today they are both malingering. They want to stay and hang out with the other kids, of course. Youngest being very resourceful keeps complaining of many different types of ailments.
"My head hurts, my tummy hurts, I have diarrhea, my eye hurts, I can't walk!" Youngest cries.
"You're going to camp, that's final!" I say.
"I have to go to the doctor, I'm sick, I need a shot!" (Unlike the older two, the girl is not afraid of shots!)
"You are not sick and you are going to camp!"
"I am sick and you don't care about me anymore!"
"Don't say that, honey."
"I'm going to run away and never come home!"
"No you can't"
"Yes I can!
"No you can't."
"Yes I can!"
"No you can't because you are sick."
"No I'm not!"
"Good, then you can go to camp."
"I mean I am!"
"I want Daddy!"