Naomi led a week-long case of the stomach yucks at the McKibbin house. She landed in the Emergency Room Thursday in a somewhat delirious state only brought to full-consciousness by waves of writhing stomach cramps. Pretty ugly stuff.All things digestive were still a muck as Naomi tearfully called her cousins to decline their invitation to trek over to the neighbor's backyard, pitch a pup tent and spend Saturday night under the stars. Movie night with Naomi's parents sporting Pepto-Bismal and a heating pad fell a far distant second to the camping excursion.
At one point I thought we were making the best of things. We played a couple of board games. McKibbin and I offered to take Naomi camping next weekend. We agreed to select a camp site near a lake for swimming. Her favorite comfort foods were abundantly littered all over the dinner plate. Drying our eyes about 7 pm we started the Naomi movie marathon. Brent ducked downstairs to make a bowl of popcorn.
After the opening credits we paused the movie to wait for the popcorn. I took on that shrill impersonation of Mary Poppins I do whenever my kid is disappointed; Naomi interrupted to look me in square in the eyes and say "they're probably eating hot dogs and roasting marshmallows over the camp-fire this very instant."
Worst of all it was probably true.
3 comments:
Poor kid. Maybe they can come over for a tent-in-the-living-room campout!-C.
I don't know if my stomach hurt because of a bug or pangs of empathy. We're camping out this weekend to try and appease. Plus we've planned a State Fair excursion with said cousins. Naomi comes out ahead on this one. It was just hard.
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