I promised Huz I'll be nice to him after the debacle that was his birthday, especially because he bought me an awesome DSLR camera for my birthday and I got him yummy, tasty air. But that promise was hard to keep!! I was given my first test and failed miserably.
Huz came down with something this past weekend. He was all sniffley and nasally on Saturday. Later in the day, he began complaining of a headache, which I totally ignored. Tehe. He was kinda whining all day. I didn't really say anything. Once in a while, he'd make me feel his head, claiming he felt feverish. I dutifully complied while rolling my eyes. It felt warm, I suppose, but it wasn't that bad. I heard his whining all day and finally told him to stop being little baby. Then he told me that he definitely had a fever. I disagreed a little too adamantly and called me a man child. We had to decide once and for all if he actually had a fever. I didn't believe it for a second. So I pulled out the good ol' trusty thermometer and put it in his mouth. That shut him up for a good five seconds. Ha! The thermometer beeped, and it was time to settle this. 100 degrees. I was wrong! Oops. *sheepish*
He didn't let that one go for a while. Next time, I'll just keep my mouth shut and agree with him while I make him chicken soup. I promise!
P.S. I don't know when was the last time I had a fever. Huz is a weak little man with a sucky immune system. That's not my fault! Told you that promise was hard to keep. ;)