He Takes After His…

The Pickle has been under the weather the past few days, which has unfortunately only reinforced that it’s good to be sick. With all the juice he can drink, a later bed time (because he now sleeps so much during the day), and popsicles he’s still having a bit of a rough day today.

So rough, in fact, that spilling the popsicles from the freezer resulted in this outburst:

“DANG IT! This is not my day! I need a drink! Momma, will you get me some milk? In a cup. With a lid. And screw it on TIGHT because else it will spill and I can NOT handle any more messes today!”

I do not know where he got that it’s okay to get a drink after a rough day, but on that note it is happy hour down the street, so I’m off!