This morning the cat had to go back to the vet for another check-up (she's fine) so Scott took her -- which meant I had to take Angelica to daycare. (I don't want that to sound like a chore...I love dropping her off!)
So as usual I'm running a little late. Not as late as usual, but still a bit late. I had gotten Angelica through breakfast and into her shoes and while I finished packing my lunch, she played with her toys and when I said it was time to go, I hear her yell something. I couldn't quite understand so I said, "What?" and she came running down the hall...
"My tummy hurts!"
"Oh no, do you need to throw up?" I asked her. (Since her tummy bug last month she's terrified of throwing up and usually will say she doesn't need to.)
She paused for a moment and thought about it. And then said,
"Yeah Mommy, I need to throw up."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"No, I just don't wanna go to school!" She said.
So I picked her up and carried her out the door, which she responded to me by saying, "You're apastabowl!" ("Apastabowl" is Angelica-speak for "Impossible"...no idea where she picked that up but it's actually kind of cute!)
I'm telling you, this child is going to give a run for my money once she hits her teens. I say that all the time but I am already scared for my sanity!