He is the happiest looking sick kid I've ever seen, I think he duped you ;-)
Haha, he does know how to have fun, even when he is under the weather. It was nice of him to try and help me unpack from our trip I suppose. Sailor was not complaining about the abundance of puffs all over the living room floor ;)
thank goodness his dad can help out with the cleaning up the puffs duty tomorrow. even being sick he looks like he knows how to put on a good show for his mom
LOL, oh girl, don't you know it!
I keep coming back to laugh at these pics..And every time, I think of one of my favorite childhood poems- Enjoy :) Shel Silverstein - Sick "I cannot go to school today,"Said little Peggy Ann McKay."I have the measles and the mumps,A gash, a rash and purple bumps.My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,I'm going blind in my right eye.My tonsils are as big as rocks,I've counted sixteen chicken poxAnd there's one more--that's seventeen,And don't you think my face looks green?My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--It might be instamatic flu.I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,I'm sure that my left leg is broke--My hip hurts when I move my chin,My belly button's caving in,My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,My 'pendix pains each time it rains.My nose is cold, my toes are numb.I have a sliver in my thumb.My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,I hardly whisper when I speak.My tongue is filling up my mouth,I think my hair is falling out.My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,My temperature is one-o-eight.My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,There is a hole inside my ear.I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?What's that? What's that you say?You say today is. . .Saturday?G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
Wonderful! I had forgotten this gem of a poem, and it suits the mood of that day to perfection.