Monday, October 22, 2012

Sick Day

Turns out we were too sick to go to school today. This about sums it up...
On a brighter note, his Dad is staying home with him tomorrow, so at least I won't have to clean up anymore puffs ;)


  1. He is the happiest looking sick kid I've ever seen, I think he duped you ;-)

    1. Haha, he does know how to have fun, even when he is under the weather. It was nice of him to try and help me unpack from our trip I suppose. Sailor was not complaining about the abundance of puffs all over the living room floor ;)

  2. thank goodness his dad can help out with the cleaning up the puffs duty tomorrow. even being sick he looks like he knows how to put on a good show for his mom

    1. LOL, oh girl, don't you know it!

  3. I keep coming back to laugh at these pics..And every time, I think of one of my favorite childhood poems- Enjoy :)

    Shel Silverstein - Sick

    "I cannot go to school today,"
    Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
    "I have the measles and the mumps,
    A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
    My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
    I'm going blind in my right eye.
    My tonsils are as big as rocks,
    I've counted sixteen chicken pox
    And there's one more--that's seventeen,
    And don't you think my face looks green?
    My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
    It might be instamatic flu.
    I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
    I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
    My hip hurts when I move my chin,
    My belly button's caving in,
    My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
    My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
    My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
    I have a sliver in my thumb.
    My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
    I hardly whisper when I speak.
    My tongue is filling up my mouth,
    I think my hair is falling out.
    My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
    My temperature is one-o-eight.
    My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
    There is a hole inside my ear.
    I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
    What's that? What's that you say?
    You say today is. . .Saturday?
    G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

    1. Wonderful! I had forgotten this gem of a poem, and it suits the mood of that day to perfection.