We’ve had any number of viral invaders this week. Carter captures them most eloquently. Earlier this week it was snot:
At pick-up after school
Carter: Mommy! I have a worm in my throat!
Me: It feels like there’s a worm in your throat?
Carter: No, there is a worm in my throat. I think it’s a parasite!
Me: Could it be snot?
Carter: (with righteous outrage) No!! (after a moment) Well, maybe.
Mom waiting next to me at pick up/potential friend: Bye Carter! Hope you get that parasite taken care of!
Then today, he woke up with a stomach virus.
Carter: Mommy, I feel like a goat. I feel like the goat who ate the trash can. I feel like the goat who ate the trash can that was full of trash and he ate all the trash inside it too.
Later, while on the couch,
Carter: I hate this sickness. My stomach keeps vibrating and I’m freezing and hot all at the same time.
Here’s to a speedy recovery buddy. I’m just grateful he’s not surfing the internet for self-diagnosis yet.