My baby's feeling sick today. She's been throwing up all day. I spoke with her on the phone earlier. She sounded terrible, the poor thing. Like somebody had stolen her teddy bear.
My wife says she doesn't have a fever, so hopefully it's no big deal.
I recall feigning sickness for as long as I've been alive. Crying for attention, belly aching to get out of eating, coughing to get out of school. I even faked having the mumps when my brother and sister had it.
But my daughter never wants to be sick. It's like the life gets sucked out of her for a short while. She lays in bed, without an appetite or enough energy to draw or color, watching TV or sleeping. Pissed off because we won't be able to take the dogs out to the park when I get home.
I'm sure she'll have plenty of opportunities to fake illness later on in life. Right now it just breaks my heart to see her this way.
I just went out at lunchtime and bought her a copy of "The Lion King 2." She's dying to see it.
I hope she gets better soon. I hate to see my little girl without a smile on her face.