Last night when I went to pick up Brat Baby she said that her throat was hurting.
I told her it is probably all the drainage.
She said what drainage?
I told her I could hear the drainage in the way she was talking and tried to explain to her what happens with that drainage and how it can cause a sore throat.
(I must go back and tell you that earlier that evening she called me from work and told me that she was not feeling well and explained her symptoms. I told her that she will be ok and she chose to abruptly end our conversation on the telephone either that or we were disconnected.)
Now Brat Baby can be a hypochondriac at times. It's not her fault it has been passed down to her from my side of the family. I however did not get that gene passed to me Thank God but it did make its way into Brat Baby.
Not to mention last week Brat Baby told me that she did not feel good and I let her stay home from school and when I get home from work she is feeling just fine.
Oh Not The Baby and Baby Girl did that to me the week before.
So I told all the girls that you must be vomiting or have fever before you can stay at home again.
Then Brat Baby tells me this morning, "Not that I am trying to stay home or anything (I think to myself, yeah whatever) but I want you to know I had a fever last night."
"Really" I said "Did you take it with the Thermometer?"
"Yes" she said.
"What was the temperature then" I ask her.
"98.2" Brat Baby replies.
"Sweetie that is not a fever" I tell her.
"yes it is" Brat Baby tells me.
"Well ok lets say it is even though it is not."
"You better get ready for school!"