Me: Boy Detective’s fever went away with Tylenol and he is barking like a dog. But he did that before too.
Boss: Croup?
Me: No, actual barking like a dog. Out the window, at passersby.
Boss: OH.
Me: Boy Detective’s fever went away with Tylenol and he is barking like a dog. But he did that before too.
Boss: Croup?
Me: No, actual barking like a dog. Out the window, at passersby.
Boss: OH.
Sweet, well-mannered children are a delight, but interesting children are even better.
(Which is not to imply that Boy Detective is not or can’t be both.)
For instance, I have a friend whose toddler son sleeps with a different random object every night. A week ago, he became very attached to a baked potato during dinner, and instead of eating it, he carried it to bed with him.
Now THAT’S someone with whom I’d like to be friends.
Hahaa!
He’s perfect.
My kid has really been into talking to his toes. And I can’t even blame it on a fever. It’s just…you know. He talks to his toes.
I’m considering it cute until they talk back.