Donny had the day off school yesterday so he was able to come with me to drop Abigail off at school. He told me on the way he wanted to teach Abigail's class since he is now six years old and very smart. He decided that math would be a good start then realized math might bore the children so he would go to Home Depot with me to pick out flowers.
The flowers were located outside and the weather was quite nice. Donny complained that he was cold so I told him to stand in the sun. Then he started to speak like Jimmy on Seinfeld. "Donny boy is cold. Donny boy wants to go home. Donny boy needs a snack." I told Donny boy to stop talking so much so Mommy could think. He said, "Donny boy thinks you're mean."
We stopped in Kohl's for a minute and he was burping repeatedly, a talent he has recently acquired and takes great pride doing. We were checking out when he said, "Donny boy thinks he's going to throw up." I told Donny boy to stop burping and things would get better.
By the time we returned home, he was fighting with me about everything. I stopped and took a moment to think. I took his temperature and felt like the worst mother, 103.5. Way to go mom!
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