My girls are sick of my being sick. More so than they are tired of being sick themselves, I think. Kinlee says I sound funny and sometimes she laughs when I try to talk. Because nothing comes out. She says I’m a sad mommy.
They are so good and polite. Something that is very important to me, and we work on it diligently. When someone sneezes, they are both all about a good, hearty “Bless you!” Braska has also taken to blessing those who cough. And let’s just say I’ve been doing plenty of that lately. So she has been blessing me over and over. And it’s nice, I admit. But the poor thing is stopping what she’s doing to send me her little “bless you” so many times that I feel a little bad interrupting her so frequently.
So when I’m able, I have been going to the other room to do my hacking. But the little superstar that she is… she followed me in there, “Bless you, Mommy. Bless you.” Then she turned around, walked back to the living room, and resumed watching Word World.
And I had to smile. Because this mommy is surely blessed.
Very cool. I always love it when she blesses me. Good stuff.
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