Kami, well, she's a whiner. A serious whiner. It's "I don't feel good!" mope, mope, mope, whine, whine, whine, flop, flop, flop, and repeat. Over and over and over again. Constantly "I don't feel good! I don't feel good! I don't feel good!" Nope, definitely not my favorite sick person.
Landon, well, Landon just gets grouchy and ornery and kind of mean. (Surprise) I don't much like that either.
And Dexter, who is not my child and yet I feel like his mother: constantly scolding him and cleaning up his messes, well, Dexter is a puker. No mother likes a puker. Especially not this mother, and especially not dog puke.
But Cooper, oh Cooper that blessed child, is such an angel when he's sick. He cuddles his little fevered body onto the couch with a blanket and only occasionally asks for something in his sweet little gravely sick voice. Little things like a glass of water or more medicine. And, he lets me cuddle him.
There are no constant cries of "I do feel good!", no sickness induced irritability, and, heaven forbid, if he needs to puke his guts out he has the decency to get his body up and do it in the toilet.
Perfect sick child.
He is so adorably pleasant. When I ask him if he doesn't feel well he says things like "um, my throat 'probly' hurts." He just isn't a complainer.
Cooper's been sick for the past 2 days. But today he's better. As evident by the fact that he has pummeled his brother at least 10 times in the last hour. Literally, jumped on top of his brother... yep he's back. And, do you know what, as much as I love his adorable little sick body, I love his rambunctious crazy well body even more.
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