I wasn't feeling so hot on Monday afternoon so I curled up on the couch under a blanket. Kaylin (my three year old) came up to me and felt my forehead:
Kaylin : Mummy Too Hot!
Me : *nodded my head*
Kaylin: Must I call your Daddy to come fetch you?
Me: *more nodding and smiling*
Kaylin : *gets on her imaginary telephone* (her hand to her ear) Hello? Hmmmm...Mummy's Sick! Can you come and fetch her?
Kaylin to me : Your Daddy's coming to fetch you and take you to da docta. Okay?
Me : Thank you, Kaylin.
How kewt is she?
I wish! No one seems to take care of us Mummys when we're ill. We just have to carry on regardless. Lets hope I don't have Swine Flu!!
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