A New Perspective on Being Sick...

My three-year old has a yucky cold. She has that cough and stuffy nose that just makes you feel bad. She was sitting on the couch yesterday looking pretty dejected. I asked her what was wrong. She said, "My laugh and cry is gone!"

Thinking there has to be a perfectly good explanation for this, I asked her to show me how she knew her laugh and cry were gone. She took a deep breath and proceeded to try and laugh. Next thing I know, there was a hoarse and husky, well, sound. It didn't resemble a laugh so much as it reminded me of a forty-year smoker hacking up a lung. I did not ask her to prove that her cry was also gone, for fear of hearing that awful noise again. I took her word on that one.

Poor baby! She tearfully said, "See! I told you my laugh and cry was gone!" Well, I would be upset, too, if my laugh and cry were gone.