Sickness, Sickness, And A Whole Lot of Sick

Daughter dear is recovering from a bout of stomach flu and I'm currently on health watch so strict I had to abruptly say goodbye to all food glorious and artery clogging. There. That's my reason for the very quiet blog. Yesterday, Sharkteeth woke up after her afternoon nap complaning of stomach cramps. After an hour or so, she started vomiting all over the place, which kinda relieved the stomach pain. But it got so bad that she threw up almost after she ingested anything, so food one minute, sick the next; water one minute, bile-looking fluid the next. She threw up so much that she got terrified, and I feared that she'd she'd stop taking in fluids. Good thing she didn't. By 2 pm, the vomiting abated and I dozed off, leaving TheHusband to watch over stinky Sharkteeth. I didn't even notice that Sharkteeth twice went to the toilet to make "no. 2," which banished those damned viruses for good, thank you very much. It was heartbreaking to see her in pain, and I'm so glad she's okay now.

And no, I won't even go into mine. You don't want a sob story of a through-and-through "meatatarian," "chocolatarian," "coffeetarian," and all-around sloth turning her back on all the food she loves and hauling off her ass to exercise. Sob. Sob.

I don't want to leave you feeling down, so let me leave you with an example of the fantastic training (read: brainwashing) I did on Sharkteeth.

Sharkteeth: Mymy, pwedeng story-han mo ako? [Mymy, could you tell me a story?]

Mymy: Sure, but say the magic word. [Thinking please.]
Sharkteeth: [brows knitting, thinking deeply] Uhm, sexy Mymy*?

See, great training, right? Right?

*Yes, this phrase needs not only italicization but also boldface for emphasis. Deal with it.