Woke up feeling sick today. Woes of having 2 kids in different daycares. 2 different vantage points for the minions of the evil yucky germs to infiltrate our humble abode. Alas, after fighting the front lines for about a week, I succombed and decided to stay home.
Nariah comes running in the room after I’ve ironed her clothes and she’s eaten breakfast. I have gotten back in the bed by now.
“I’m so excited to go to mommy’s job today! We’re going to noodle and company for lunch! Why are you still in the bed daddy?”
“*cough cough*… I not feeling too well”
“Daddy, you’re don’t feel well? You’re not going to work today?”
“I don’t think so boo, I have a bad headache and this cough just won’t go away…”
“Oh… Well…. I’ll be right back…..”
And she runs off. A few moments later she returns with this stuffed aye aye that whistles when you press his/her tummy. I haven’t seen this stuffed aye aye in at least a year.
“Here you go daddy, you can sleep with this… And when you look at it, you can think of me and mommy today. Maybe that will help you feel better?”
I heart this girl! I definitely don’t have to worry about her throwing me up in a nursing home and forgetting about me!

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