"Would you make the pancakes faster than usual."

Nick was anxious to go to Target to get his reward for choking down 10 days worth of antibiotics and wanted to get the show on the road. He has also started to become keenly aware of my tendency to procrastinate a tad.

"BEEF!"

This was Nick's response to Mommy one night, when asked what he would like for a snack before bedtime.

Nick's appetite was huge while recovering from a bout of nasty diarrhea from the bug clostridium difficile. His appetite was almost bigger than his gut could handle. It was clear that he was trying to replenish his reserves in every way he could.

He wanted beef, and he got beef.

And Mom happily watched him devour it.

A Couple of Dozers

Nick was on the mend from a rather nasty virus and still working on gathering back his strength. This cute moment, Corinne decided to lounge with him.

Sea monsters

Nick has a tendency to wake up Mom whenever he has an especially bad dream. Frequently he is able to describe the dream quite vividly. Last night was no exception.

"Mommy, I had a very bad dream about a sea monster. It was just about to bite me in the back when I woke up. I was hunting for treasure on a wooden submarine. The sea monster was green and scaley. It had red eyes and a pointy tongue."

And then some questions for Mom:

"Mom, is it true that I won't have the same dream again?"

And

"Mom, are sea monsters real?"

"Mommy is 100% anti-idiot!"

The context of this post elludes us now, but it doesn't really need any. Does it? 

"When I was a little one in your belly, I clung to your bones, swam in your blood and painted Egyptian symbols."

I don't know about the Egyptian symbols, but even though my "little one" did not grow in my belly, I feel as though he has always been part of my blood and bones.

"I'm warning you, or you'll get the old candy-stick-Corinne treatment!"

Geez. That's one way to threaten your sister.

"Why don't they just go up to heaven and ask Jesus to make them better?"

Nick questions the long line of people waiting to get their prescriptions filled at our local pharmacy.

Good question.

"I was just practicing my Superhero...

...fighting crime and ...." (never finishing before refocusing attention on the Nickelodeon sensei*). This was Nick's answer to my questioning a rather loud set of thumps emanating from the family room as heard from the basement that gave me the impression someone must now be, at the very least, unconscious.

* - a teacher of martial arts (as karate or judo)