Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Fever in the Morning

A few days ago I finally convinced Kyle to replace the missing shingles.  With the baby hurricane we had the other night, I had nightmares that our roof would leak and the wood would rot and we'd have to tear our house apart to fix it and then we'd be broke and have to abandon our house and we'd live in a cardboard box by the river.

But then he fixed the shingles, so we're good.

Only now Kyle has a fever and is convinced he is sick because I made him climb on the roof and brave the wintry cold winds that were the very cause of the missing shingles in the first place.  *sigh*

Since it was "my fault" he got sick, I guess it was only fair that I was up late in the night blotting his head with a cold wash rag, listening to his incoherent mumblings and convincing him he is not going to die of a fever and chills. 

You see, Kyle almost never gets sick and so when he does, it is like the end of the world.  I'm sure it must be just devastating for him to realize he is only human, like the rest of us, but he is kinda cute when he's helpless and sick. 
My poor, vincible Kyle.


Jason and Abby said...

I only have two words for you "Man Cold."

The Powells said...

hmmm, who else do we know that thinks they are dying when they have a cold...hmm...I wonder.... ;)