O's off school today with a sickness bug. It started yesterday when we were at the dentist and he nearly chucked up on the poor dentist. I endured my scale and polish in an agony of dread, thinking that hurling was imminent - luckily he managed to keep it down. I think they might have taken away his Batman 'no cavities' sticker if he had chundered.
He had a bad night with vomiting and strange rambling due to his high temperature. M slept in O's room and me and O sweltered together under our duvet in our bed. The sensation of hot little feet poking into my legs throughout the night was not a happy one. The good news is, he was a bit better this morning and curled up on the sofa watching his favourite channel, the hideous POP!. After I'd endured Winx Club, NanoBoy and the rest, I suggested watching one of his favourite DVDs, Curious George, which follows the adventures of a particularly endearing little cartoon monkey.
We spent a good hour or so watching George and it was nice to see O smiling, in between trying to persuade me to give him more Lucozade:
"It's the medicine that's making my tummy hurt, Mummy, not the Lucozade - Granny says that Lucozade makes you better"
Resisting the urge to make the 'whatever' sign at my poorly child, I finally gave in and administered the flat Lucozade. Who am I to argue with the wisdom of Granny? Curious George came to an end and I went over to the DVD player to pop the DVD back in its box.
O: Mummy, can I have a look at the box, please?
Me: Of course you can. [passes box]
O: Aw, look at George. [turns box over and reads] "No sex, violence or bad language"
Well, that's alright then...