Sev has been pretty sick the past couple days, which made for a very relaxed father's day. She's had a temperature of anywhere between 101 and 103 for the last 36 hours. The fever has finally broken, but she's still acting pretty run down and I'm trying my best to keep her subdued, which is a feat in and of itself.
This morning, the little neighbor girl came and knocked at the door, asking if Sev could play outside with her. Seven was right there listening when I told the little girl that Sev was too sick and that we needed to go to the doctor today. This particular little girl is quite, ahem, persistent, and was asking all sorts of questions, which was getting Seven even more wound up about not being able to play outside. Eventually, Sev started bawling, saying she wanted to play, and I had to finally interrupt the little girl and say, "OKAY, BYE." and shut the door.
Sev sat down, sobbing her little eyes out. She usually doesn't have intense reactions like this, but the sickness and lethargy added to the tears, I think. I explained to her that she was sick, and it would make me very sad if she got even more sick because she was playing outside. I explained that everybody gets sick sometimes, and we need to rest to get better.
Through her sobs, she screamed out at me, "YOU ARE SO NOT FUNNY!!!" and then busted into a whole new realm of sobbing into her hands.
I had to stifle laughter. Mainly at the fact that I could tell my kid wanted to cuss me out, but she's so darn nice and polite, that the only thing she could think to tell me was that I was not, in fact, being funny.
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