Poor, poor Zoe. She is feeling a little slighted since Noah had his surgery. She’s a bit jealous that Noah has been sleeping in Mom and Dad’s room the past few nights and that he gets to help himself to popsicles, Gatorade, and juice from the fridge.
She was with us when we saw the ENT last week and he recommended surgery. The doctor told Noah that his only job was to go to sleep for a little while and then eat all the ice cream he wanted. Zoe heard this and immediately said, “I want strep throat!”
Colin has caught on and is trying to get in on the action, too. He said, “Mommy, I need to sleep with you because I have a little cough.” He gave two little fake coughs and then said, “See?!”