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!