Be Careful What You Wish For

Ahh -- grandmothers -- where would we be without them?

Cleopatra-Queen-Of-The-Nile, alias Super Awesome Fever Girl, tried to return to school yesterday.  She made it to school okay.  She made it to her classroom okay.  She made it to her desk okay.  She put her head down on her desk, not so okay.

She lasted about ten minutes.

Headache.  Coughing.  Luckily I was still there.  I canceled my massage appointment (*sigh*), loaded her in the car, and brought her to my parents.  Cleo climbed into her personal pink bed in her personal pink room, and my mother, Schpilkes, commenced the Grandma Dance, which is quite remarkable for someone with two fake knees.  "Honey, would you like another pillow?"  "Honey, would you like a pancake?"  "Honey, eat your raspberries" (at $3.99 a carton).

I dedicate this post to my mother, and to all moms and grandmas out there dancing attendance on their little darlings.  I found these at Little Aussie Cynic; read the rest here.

See also: Sleeping With The Fishes

Do you have a favorite memory of being waited on hand and foot taken care of by your grandmother?

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