Snot!

I was only thinking the other day, how lucky my children are to rarely suffer with illness. Whilst friends around us seem to be succumbing to everything that goes, we seem to somehow manage to escape things in the main. It always happens though doesn't it, those moments of thought inevitably lead to a bout of something yucky. 
Since two weeks before Christmas we have been trying desperately hard to avoid all ills so as not to scupper our holiday plans. The essence of a stomach bug crept in in early December but luckily only one child was affected and that was very brief. Fortunately all were fit and well during our mini break to Shropshire and during our ten day ski trip.
This week however, The Boy has been hit by the Common Cold and it's bad!
I wouldn't say Man Flu bad; he hasn't been complaining or overly reaping the benefits of my caring nature. Poor boy has however been really bunged up and coughing like a trooper. What has been really funny though is that throughout his ordeal, he's been giving us a frequent running commentary of his ails. It's gone a lot like this......

Day 1: 'Mum, I've blown a whole mugful of snot out this morning!'

Day 2: 'I'll tell you what happens at night....this crispy stuff forms a layer across my nostrils (notrils in blocked nose language) and that stops all the snot from pouring out'.

'I had to empty my pile of snotty tissues into the bin at midnight last night as it was sooo big!'

The Boy produced a very large 'bogie-looking' piece of some jelly stuff which he proceeded to tease the girls with for the best part of an hour!

Day 3: Me: Lightly touches boy on the head whilst he sleeps as he hadn't been coughing all night. 'How are you feeling today?'

'It's gone! I didn't have to empty my snot pile into the bin!'

School work was suppose to resume this week and for two out of three it did. In the world of The Boy THIS....is what constituted work!



How angelic....he made a quill out of a goose feather......

and then.......

Boy's will be boy's!