Almost everybody is back to normal. Unfortunately, Timmy's virus decided it wasn't quite ready to leave our home and opted to latch onto me as an unwilling host. I'm functional with a low grade fever but the days certainly feel longer when I'm sick. Hopefully my headache and stuffy nose will ease soon.
Timmy is completely recovered and back to his mischievous self. Yesterday, while Scott was out picking up Robby from band, Hamlet decided to play a little game (which is a bad word because it is only fun for him) where he kept calling me back to "help" him with different tasks. After six trips to "assist," I declared that I was done with the barrage of requests. He acknowledged my statement and went about playing Roblox on the computer.
I wasn't sitting for 30 seconds before I heard it.
"Momom." I ignored him.
"Momom, come here." I ignored him.
"Momom!" I poured myself a diet root beer and grabbed an Oreo, preparing to settle in for a showdown.
"Momom Momom Momom!" I opted to drown out the sound by crunching on another Oreo (Double Stuff- the good ones I have to hide from the kids).
"Momom! I really do need help this time. I promise my french fries I need help."
Now, swearing on his french fries is about as solemn of a promise as you can elicit from Hamlet. Intrigued, I begrudgingly wiped the crumbs from my mouth and walked back to the computer room.
I walked into the room and immediately saw Timmy. He had been rocking back in the computer chair when he pushed too far and the chair fell off balance. Somehow, the chair wedged between the fireplace on the right and a heavy safe and box on the left. He was stuck prone in the chair with his feet above his head and no way to escape. I pushed the safe out of the way for him to roll out of the chair.
He managed to scrape his arm as he slide across the fireplace, so I had to patch him up before righting the chair. Hopefully this real life "Boy Who Cries Wolf" experience will put an end to his little unwilling fetching game.
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