Sick kid
My poor kid has been sick since Monday with strep. The doctor gave us a prescription for that awful pink liquid antibiotic. Celeste called me at work after taking her first dose. “So how was it?” I asked. “Holy crap!” she said. “That stuff was nasty!” I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. She never says stuff like that. Well, there was one other time when she was jumping on the bed and banged her head pretty hard. “Ow!” she said. “Man, if I cussed, I think I’d probably say ’shit.’”
Even when she feels terrible, she rarely loses her sense of humor. Last night, I was next to her in her bed and I reached over to touch her forehead. It was burning up. I said, “You are SO hot.” She smiled tiredly and said, “Thank you.”
