The Sick and the Dead

We have been hit with illness. Last week, Princess was out of school for 2 days with a high fever, but no other symptoms. Nana watched her (bless nana) since I am now THE first grade teacher. (that's a LOOOOONG story, but one i am thankful is over - we think) I kept waiting for Little Man or Chumlee to get sick, but they didn't.

UNTIL........ Thursday when I picked Chumlee up from Babysitter, she told me Chumlee wasn't herself that day. I thought it was just Chumlee's teeth coming in (and i think babysitter was thinking the same thing). We ran a few errands and got home just before 5pm. Chumlee had 2 bright red spots on her cheeks, but was otherwise normal. I decided to take her temperature, to see if she needed some motrin to help with the teething. It was 105.4!!!!! I admit, I freaked out a bit. I stripped the baby and told Princess to draw a cool bath for Chumlee. I plopped Chumlee in the tub and had Princess get in with her (princess was still in her volleyball clothes) while I called the Dr. As I was waiting for the Nurse to come on the line, Little Man was standing beside me and he looked worried. I told him everything was going to be fine. He looked at me, and with all seriousness asked, "When (not if, but WHEN) Chumlee dies from this fever, who will do her funeral? Daddy and Papa won't be able to do it for her?"

WHAT?!?!?? I about dropped the phone!!! I tried to assure him that Chumlee wasn't going to die, but then the Nurse came on the line. After getting proper dosages of tylenol and motrin for Chumlee from her, I was able to get with Little Man and tell him that Chumlee wasn't going to die from her fever. At which point, he informed me that Princess had told him that people die when their temperature reaches 106. I told him not to listen to Princess and that Chumlee wasn't going to die and that we were going to get her fever down.

Seriously, where does this child come up with his thoughts!?!? I'd love to be able to understand his thought process!!

As this weekend has progressed, Chumlee hasn't died. I have developed a fever and so has Little Man. All of us are still alive - but I have decided on a back up minister should one of us die and Big Man or Papa can't do the service. It made Little Man feel better to know I had a "back up."

Thankfully, we are on break this next week, so we will have time to recover and get fully well before heading back to school. If I can just keep Big Man from catching whatever it is we have, we'll be good!!