If you’re my friend on Facebook, you saw yesterday this conversation I posted between me and my brilliant little guy, Jonah:
Jonah: “Did you put on lipstick?”
Me: “Yeah…”
Jonah: “Is it strawberry flavor?”
Me (still applying my makeup): “Nope.”
Jonah: “Is it raspberry flavor?”
Me: “No, it’s just plain.”
Jonah: “Oh.”
(He looks at me silently, seemingly very confused…)
Jonah: “Is it…BEEF flavor???”
After I finished laughing (and gagging) at the thought of meat-flavored lipstick, I recalled how often we’ve caught him playing in his new sister’s collection of lip gloss, all of which are bold fruit flavors. So I guess the idea of a flavorless lip product just seemed impossible to him. He’s also really into ramen noodles (it’s odd, how all three of my boys were obsessed with ramen noodles at this age) and reads the labels on the packets, so I guess a nice, salty, ramenesque beef-flavored lipstick sounded yummy to him.
The day before that, he cracked us up by making this sign all on his own:
“Jojo ONLY”
But the funniest part? He taped it on MY bedroom door! I knew we let that kid sleep with us too long. Now he’s officially trying to kick his ol’ Ma and Pa out of our very own bedroom!
Sadly, last night, he succumbed to the virus that’s been kicking my butt this week. I knew we were in trouble when, shortly after the beef lipstick conversation, he climbed in my bed, yawned and said, “I think I need a little rest” and passed out for two hours. He woke up feverish and crying, and shortly after, Donnie was rushing him to the bathroom to catch his puke in the toilet.
I’m grateful that I never vomited with this particular illness, but I have felt terrible, with a fever, cough, sore throat, and congestion. I even lost my voice for most of Thursday. Jonah, much like his oldest brother at this age, tends to throw up whenever he has a fever regardless of what actual bug is causing it. It really seems to bother them when they have throat pain or postnasal drip.
Anyway, he got sick again later (this time, thankfully, he was in his OWN bed). And he told his dad that he was sad to have gotten “coughing juice” on his blanket and t-shirt.
Coughing juice! We laughed a good while over that one.
Thank you, Jonah, for giving our family a much funnier term for a really disgusting bodily function!
Only my Jojo.