Emma was complaining of a sore throat this weekend. So the first thing I told her was to stop smoking. And after she snuffed out her Virginia Slim, I asked her if she would like a popsicle.
"Yeeeeesssss," muttered Emma over-exaggerating her sore throat.
Throughout the day, Emma would complain of her ouchy sore throat. "My throat huuuuuurts," she would complain. So I would constantly give her things to soothe her throat like juice, water, ice cubes, and butternut squash. I actually don't know if butternut squash soothes a throat, but I bought a gigantic container of it at Costco and it was going to go bad.
"Can I have a popsicllllle?" Emma whined. I didn't give in to her request each time she asked me, but I did want her to feel comfortable. I would have to stay I probably gave her three mini popsicles to get her through the tragedy that is called a sore throat.
At the end of the day, she continued to cry and fuss about her sore throat. This time, Lisa asked Emma if she wanted a popsicle.
"No more popsicles. Daddy gave me too many," said Emma.
"What do you want then?" asked Lisa.
"Broccoli," answered Emma.
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