The Office

We have all been sick this week. I'm not just talking about the same 'ole, "We don't feel well." I'm talking projectile vomiting...all over the floors, bathrooms, and beds. It's been bad. I was the last to get it and it just so happened that Danny was out of town when it struck me. I was in a LOT of pain -- my stomach hurt. Naturally, I didn't want a couple of heat bags laying next to me in bed, so I banished them (that would be Maria and Jamie) to the office where we have a sleeper sofa. They watched movies on the computer until I have no clue when because, well, I fell asleep way before them. Safe, I know. Anyway, today we are pretty much (kind of) back to normal. But Maria has her own ideas:

Maria: "So, Mom....our rooms downstairs are just, like, kind of like our playrooms? See, and then we will sleep in the office. Okay?"

Not a chance in hell.