Monday, February 16, 2009

Dear Son:

I know that I'm not a rocket scientist but when you tell me that you're carsick and want to throw up, how about waiting five minutes before asking me to get you an ice cream sundae because you think that it will "calm your stomach"? I still have some brain waves, however slight.

1 comment:

Beth said...

Reminds me of when one of my kids wanted Cheetos to help her throat feel better from strep.