ME: What’s his temp?
ALLISON: 103.
ME: Oh, man.
ALLISON: No strep, the doctor said. I gave him some Ibuprofen. Just have to wait it out.
ME: How you feeling, buddy?
NICK: Daddy? Everything feels all crazy.
ME: That’s cause you have a fever, bud.
NICK: I can’t walk because I feel all wobbly.
ME: Yeah. Don’t worry. You’ll get better.
NICK: Why am I so sick forever?
ALLISON: You won’t be sick forever. You just have to rest.
NICK: My head hurts. I’m hot.
ME: It’s gonna be okay, buddy.
NICK: Why do I have to be sick?
ALLISON: Do you want a cold cloth for your head?
NICK: Uh-huh. When am I gonna get better?
ALLISON: Probably tomorrow. But wait a bit for the medicine to start working. You should feel a little better in a few minutes.
(A few minutes later)
NICK: WRESTLE ME, DAD!
ME: Nick, I can’t wrestle you. You’re sick. You need to settle down.
NICK: WRESTLE ME IF YOU LOVE ME!
Allison: Nick, seriously… you feel better because the medicine made your fever go down. But you’re not better yet.
NICK: PUT ON MY BATMAN RAINCOAT SO I CAN FLY!
ME: Nick, seriously… what is he doing?
ALLISON: Running back and forth down the hallway as fast as he can.
ME: I can see that. I thought maybe there was some reason behind it.
ALLISON: Nope.
ME: Nick, you’re sick. Settle down.
NICK: THROW ME IN THE LAVA IF YOU DON’T LIKE ME! THROW ME IN THE LAVA IF YOU DON’T LIKE ME!
ME: Nick, seriously…stop crawling on me.
NICK: *COUGH* *COUGH*
ME: He coughed in my eyes. I’m going to get sick. He coughed in my eyes!
ALLISON: Go! Go wash your eyes!
NICK: THROW ME IN THE LAVA IF YOU DON’T LIKE ME! THROW ME IN THE LAVA IF YOU DON’T LIKE ME! THROW ME IN THE LAVA IF YOU DON’T LIKE ME!
ME: Do you think maybe we should just let his fever go back up?
David Lee White 