How is it that sick days almost always start out as a teensy bit exciting only to wind up being the most boring days ever? Endless hours of TV, naps on the couch, and so much soup. Today Kicky stayed home sick for the first time in ages. I decided to try to make it as special a day as possible, because she'd the kind of kid who NEVER calls in sick. We got an individual microwaveable cup of chicken noodle soup, a whole box of oyster crackers, French toast bread and a bottle of Triaminic. There was napping, there was couch time, there was lunch and then there was Scrabble! I realized that it's been nearly a year since our last failed attempt at playing Scrabble. There have been a whole lot of third grade spelling lists between games. We didn't keep score (because really, when you're sick -- who cares who's winning), but let's just suffice it to say that I had a Z left at the end and Kicky used every single letter.
There's something about board games that forces you to slow down. After the constant motion of Wii , there's something so very peaceful about a game which forces you to think, to ponder, to ruminate. I think getting sick sometimes forces you to do the same thing. Today was the first time in more than a year that Kicky has taken a nap. And I certainly haven't seen her sit still for nearly as long as she has today. Yay for winter colds and Scrabble. And for French toast bread.
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