Mischief woke me up at 4:30 this morning asking me to bring her paper towels because she had made a mess like the cats do. Now, in my hazy eyes, I was not sure what this meant, until I got into her room.... She had gotten sick to her stomach and made a mess, so she was asking for paper towels to clean it up. She was comparing herself to the cats that throw up on the floor!
On our way to the couch that I covered with towels to finish the rest of the night in the living room (because I was bleaching her sheets), she asks me, "Mommy, I'm really sick, so I cannot be my own nurse. I need a good nurse to take care of me. Who in the world is going to take care of me?"
I responded, "I will sweetie. I'll take care of you and be your nurse." Mischief questions,"well, I was a good nurse for Daddy, so I need a good nurse. Are you really a good nurse, Mommy, or do I need to find a good one?"
Really? I think my nursing degree from a prestigious school qualifies me as a good nurse with a kid who has the flu.... But only if she deems me a good nurse!