Friday, November 5, 2010

Sick Sausage

A few weeks ago, I wound up with food poisoning from some spicy gumbo. I was feeling quite dreadful, and Calvin kept asking me to make him sausage. At the time, the thought of it made me want to hurl, so I told him I was sick, and just couldn't manage to make him sausage that day.
Since then,
about every other day,
out of the blue,
he will ask me..."Mommy, are you sick?"
I will say, "No. Why?"
He will answer, "Can you make me some sausage then?"
Who can resist that cuteness?
He may eat sausage every healthy day the rest of my life.

2 comments:

Rachel. said...

I like this story.

Robin said...

Glad you are feeling better. You are wonderful and cute too.