I’m starting to wonder if my 3-year-old is a hypochondriac.* I mentioned a few weeks ago that Noah has been saying, “My back is killing me like Grandma’s.” Now he’s claiming to have the same symptoms as my parents’ 14-year-old dog. Yesterday at lunch he said, “Mommy, I’m finished. I can’t eat any more because I’m sick. My hips are going bad like Chelsea’s.”
* I don’t really think he is a hypochondriac. Instead, I think it might be a little bit of a jealousy problem. It hit me this morning that he might be saying this kind of stuff for attention, since Colin has been sick so much lately. I said something about having a doctor’s appointment today, and Noah said, “Yeah, and I need to go to the doctor, too, Mommy. My ears are sick and I have a juicy cough,” right before he gave me a few very dramatic fake coughs.