So I’m lying in bed this morning, trying to pretend that its still early and that I don’t have to get up soon. My head is splitting from a sinus headache. Not a great way to start the morning.
The kids run in. Nik has the stethescope around his neck and he brings it over to me: “I have to check you mom, you are sick.” [How did he know?!]
He checks my arm with the steth, then my forehead. Meanwhile, Anju clambers onto the bed with a ring of keys hanging off her arm, and holding onto a pair of tweezers and the little mirror-on-a-stick thingy that doctors use to check your mouth. She puts the mirror thingy in my mouth and says, “Oh!” [Must look real bad in there.]
So I play along, but not really, since I really do have a headache, “Am I okay?”
Nik: “No mama, you have a hegget.* You need medicine.”
Me: “Do I? What kind of medicine?”
Nik: “You need strawberry medicine.”
*His word for headache