"Dammit, nurse, more sponges!"
"Screw it. I need a clamp and I need it fast!"
"It's gushing. We can't stop it. I've never seen this much mucous"
"We'll stop it. Give me everything you've got. Tissues, Sponges, clamps, soup. Steam, suction, suction, suct wait. What's that?"
"We have a fever. 101. "
"There is nothing we can do."
"Call it. I said call it!"
"Time of death 3:07 pm. Cause of death, runny nose, sneezing, and a fever. Classic Toddler-itis. This vacation never saw it coming. I'll tell the family. They . . . they'll have to try again in two weeks. You never know what 'll happen, when it comes to Todder-itis. It kills more vacations than bad weather and workaholism combined."
So, instead of romping through the woods in Maine this weekend, we're slumping through the living room in Everett, MA. Not the best trade. Very one sided.
Kind of like if you were to trade LeBron James for me. Bad move. He could never handle being a SAHD.
On the bright side, kids are a little better this morning, and I get to catch up on my dvr'd shows and yard work. Sigh.