Wills has been sick since last Wednesday night. It seemed like just a regular fever virus, but early Sunday morning, it took a turn for the worse and I have never seen him as sick.
It has been a quiet house without my chatterbox chattering away, but thankfully he finally seems to be heading in the right direction.
People often comment on how Wills seems wise beyond his years. And, in some ways, he is. But in most ways, he is just a sweet, silly, four-year-old boy. I thought I would share some of his recent antics just in case you need a laugh on this rainy Tuesday afternoon.
*Last week, Wills and I were at the park. I struck up a conversation with a very pregnant lady who shared that she was nervous about her upcoming scheduled c-section. I reassured her that I had had three and found the recovery to be simple. We talked for a while and I didn't think anything else about the exchange until later that night.
"Mommy, " Wills said, "You told that lady we met that you have had 3 c-sections. So how were Huck and Sawyer born?"
Wow. I am not sure how he knows what a c-section is, but the most concerning part to me is that he thinks I gave birth to two labrador retrievers!
(and, by the way, don't forget, if anyone is looking for a dog....)
*On Saturday, when Wills was laid out on the couch, he told me that he was so sick he "didn't even want to look at his Wizard of Oz Pez Dispensers." That is the definition of sick for Wills!
*On Sunday, in an effort to cheer him up, we looked at our scrap book from Disney World. We talked about our next trip (not until February) and I told him we were staying in the same place we had before, a Polynesian inspired hotel.
"That worries me a little bit," he said. (That is exactly how he worded it- it just cracks me up.)
"Why?" I asked.
"Because, that thing in the pool, you know, the volcano. Is it real?"
"No, buddy," I explained. "That is not a real volcano in the pool. It's pretend."
"Good," he said, visibly relieved. "I was thinking that if we were in the pool and the volcano spit fire on us, it could really ruin our trip." Yes, I would say a fire-spitting volcano would be a definite trip-buster!
* Wills is still too sick for school and I haven't been able to get much done around the house. Eliza's birthday is Thursday, so while she was asleep this morning, Wills came with me to the attic to find some gifts for her. (I am a definite recycler when it comes to my kids' toys.) I asked him to help me find something he used to play with that he thought we could wrap up for Eliza. He thought this was a great idea. We actually found four toys that I know she will love. (and the price was right!)
We were downstairs wrapping the finds and Wills all of sudden looked at me, like a lightbulb had just gone off.
"Mommy, this is a great idea for Eliza because she is a baby. But you wouldn't do this for my birthday, would you?"