Thursday, May 5, 2011

Mr Jellyfish

So one of the older rug rats phoned just before school started today, begging to come home. Something about a headache, stomach ache thingy... So I am on the phone with our budding little hypochondriac, Telling her she must stay at school... My Superman, hearing my side of the conversation, chimes in "Tell her she has to stay" "She gets too far behind if she misses..." Said rug rat is now pulling out all the stops, I am now annoyed. So I call in the reinforcements and hand Grant the phone.

Grant goes all drill Sargent for about 15 seconds...then all of a sudden I sense it (I am sure this is were said rug rat turns on the water works)....Oh no. He's. CAVING...."Okay if you really need to....Where can I pick you up?" You're kidding me!  Not only is he allowing her to come home, he's providing personal valet service. Gotta love my Superman a.k.a. Mr. Jellyfish and his kids know it. :) I have to laugh because I was also the queen of the call home sick routine....

My mom said this poem written by Shel Silverstien was about me... I can still recite it word for word 25 years later :)


'I cannot go to school today, '

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

'I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I'm going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I've counted sixteen chicken pox

And there's one more-that's seventeen,

And don't you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I'm sure that my left leg is broke-

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button's caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,

My 'pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?

What's that? What's that you say?

You say today is...Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play! '


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