you would know that it says, "Stephanie is sick:( She cannot stop coughing and sounds like a 60 year old male trucker when she talks!"
Well, my sweet little five year old came into my room and noticed I was under the weather. When informed that I would not be taking said child to school, she took the matter into her own hands and called Nana to ask for a ride to school. Apparently, the lack of perfect vision has given her the ability to dial a seven digit phone number from memory. That, and the accomplishment of complete embarrassment on my part by letting my mother-in-law know that I have the inability to care for her son's offspring.
8 comments:
awww...bummer. I'm so sorry. :( Please get better by Thursday so you can be at CIA! and...let me know if you need anything. Although I don't think you want any of my cooking!
Kids. Can't live with em, wouldn't think of giving them to nana......
Get well soon.
I hate being sick... I am wiping boogers from my nose as we speak. i feel for you! Get better.
sorry to hear you are under the weather...and why is it children have a way of always getting us into trouble?...I can't tell you how many black marks I have already and he's only 10 months old.
Well at least Nana could save the day so you could blow snot rockets in peace. Driving + Snot Rockets don't mix!
Oh wow. Now I have to comment. I just found your blog. And I have read it all. Like tonight. You even have Simon and Milo in your music favorites. I had no idea that anyone even KNEW that album. You rock my bog-stalking world, Spunky Teddy Graham.
Oh! Oh! Oh! And She & Him!
Oh - and I hope you feel better. When I am back living in Berkeley next month, I'll bring you some soup up North. 'Cus when you are already well again, you want a crazy blog-fiend to drop by with hot liquid, I am sure.
Aaaaaand now I will leave you alone.
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