I have been sick for as long as I remember. This stupid flu has hit both my kids and myself and has convinced me without any doubt that next year we are ALL getting flu shots.
When their father isn't traveling, our kids spend 2 days with me and 2 days with him. The last 2 days I had with them we were all sick, and spent them mostly in bed. Nausea has been a part of this flu (I believe caused by the flu medicine), which prompted wonderful John to buy some pudding to help settle stomachs all around.
The other night my son and I were lying in bed and I suggested he go and get himself a pudding. As he walked away, I asked him to make sure he asked his sister if she would like one too, since she was in the TV room, and this is an extension of the kitchen.
He comes back with 2 containers of pudding, one for me and one for himself. He also remembered to bring spoons, my little thoughtful guy. I passed on my pudding because it was chocolate, not something I should eat while nauseous (the kids took the vanilla), but I asked my son if he also remembered to ask his sister if she would like one, he said she did and gave her one himself. My sweet little server...
After the pudding was finished, and we hung out for a bit, I heard the stomping feet of my daughter barreling down the hallway on a mission. Soon, she was at my doorway, where she came to a very sudden stop. Facing her brother straight on, she demanded "Bala, YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME A SPOON!"
Ok, I swear I didn't laugh even though it took every ounce of strength I had not to. I did, however, engage into a Q & A with this child.
-"Clara, did you get yourself a spoon?"
-"NO"
-"Wouldn't it have made more sense for you to walk the eight steps it would have taken to get your own spoon instead of walking all the way to the other end of the house to announce you didn't get a spoon?"
-"No... "
- "Did you already eat the pudding?"
- "Yes"
- "How? Without a spoon?"
-"Yes, I squeezed it."
I told her she should have used a spoon. I explained to her that her brother was not her servant, but he'd been nice enough to get her a pudding to begin with and she should be thankful to him and not be so demanding of him. But still... I don't know. There's something so incredibly funny about this stompy 10-year-old marching all the way to the opposite end of the house to announce the major discrepancy in the way she was served dessert instead of just fixing it herself. From the day she was born I've said that she is destined to either be incredibly wealthy or a bag lady, because she just won't conform.
Needless to say, she didn't see anything wrong with her logic. Someone had made a mistake and by God she was going to let people know.
I know she sounds like a nightmare, but I must let it be known that she is just as hard on herself (if not more) when she makes mistakes. She does say "sorry" quite often, and her heart is always in the right place.
My thought on this particular instance? She would have never served anyone food without bringing utensils.
And a napkin.
And asked the person what they wanted to drink.
