My daughter is sick. Not just sick, but SICK. She has pneumonia and it makes her miserable, especially as the day goes on. She wakes up somewhat refreshed, but as the day goes on her fever goes up, she coughs more, and she naps more.
My daughter also got a phone for christmas. It was a truly coveted item that she had been asking for for quite sometime and it has come in handy during this illness.
“Mom, can you come switch out my movie?” she texts me.
“Mom, may you get me some spirit in an straw cup?” she texts me which I think meant sprite.
“Mom, can you bring me a blanket?” she texts me while laying in my bed surrounded by blankets.
“Mom, can I have a peace of toast?” she texts me. (I really need to work on this kids spelling.)
When I was a kid, I had to yell hoarsely, or ring a bell for my mom to come and do all these things. She sends me texts. Modern times call for modern methods.
“Thank you for taking care of me.” She texts me. Anytime kiddo, anytime.