Conversations With Kaylin

I wasn't feeling so hot on Monday afternoon so I curled up on the couch under a blanket. Kaylin (my three year old) came up to me and felt my forehead:

Kaylin : Mummy Too Hot!

Me : *nodded my head*

Kaylin: Must I call your Daddy to come fetch you?

Me: *more nodding and smiling*

Kaylin : *gets on her imaginary telephone* (her hand to her ear) Hello? Hmmmm...Mummy's Sick! Can you come and fetch her?

Kaylin to me : Your Daddy's coming to fetch you and take you to da docta. Okay?

Me : Thank you, Kaylin.

How kewt is she?

I wish! No one seems to take care of us Mummys when we're ill. We just have to carry on regardless. Lets hope I don't have Swine Flu!!