Lunchtime Potty Talk

Rowan is home from school today with a cough that won't quit. She has maybe gone 1 minute since waking up without coughing, but that might be a stretch. She's been less than par since Saturday, but we've just been plugging along, hoping it's just a little bug that will work it's way out. We've been doing sprays of natural antibiotics, beefing up on the vitamins, doing essential oil treatments, etc. And she hasn't been running a fever. I finally gave in and called Mesa Peds this morning after she wouldn't stop crying telling me how bad her throat hurt, but they were all booked up. In all the offices. Apparently it's sick season all over the valley. I hate going to the doctor anyway. They never do anything for you except tell you it's "viral." Rest, lots of fluids, breathing treatments. Come back in 2 weeks. Yada, yada, yada... My kids are typically so healthy that we hardly ever go. Since we already own 2 breathing machines and I'm pretty much a pro at administering the treatments by now, I think Dr. Mom is coming to the rescue. So far this morning, we've done a breathing treatment, a chest oil rub with Magnesium gel and Physical Therapy oil, followed by a steam towel. Lots of water. I finally had to give in and give her a cough strip too, because all the hacking was making me crazy (and making her throat hurt more). Poor thing looks exhausted from all the coughing. We've got an appointment for first thing in the morning just in case.

So to the lunch...the real topic of this silly post. I just got done fixing lunch for Easton and Rowan. (Easton is thrilled, by the way, that his favorite playmate is home sick. Now he's got a friend for the day :) I made Easy E his sandwich and was in the process of making Rowan's. Easton eyes the cheese on the counter and says, "Mom, can I have some cheese?" (Do you know where this is going?)

I say sure, and proceed to slice a piece of Co-Jack for our little man. Rowan then belts out, "Mom, you cut the cheese!" and both of them start cracking up. I give them a goofy shocked look, which makes them laugh even more, and then the stinky remarks start flying. My 4 and 5 year old duo thought they were stand up comedians. They were cracking each other up with all their potty talk jokes. Finally, I say, "I think YOU cut the cheese, Easton!" He smiles ear to ear and says, "No, Afton is the cheese cutter. For reals and a half."

That's a new one. "For reals and a half."