Sickly

Wm is officially on winter break. And officially has a man-boy cold. I took him to work with me this morning and he was so pathetic that we left at lunch and came home. He scurried up to his room and after I didn't hear from him for a while, I called up.

Me: How are you feeling?
Wm: TERRIBLE.
Me: Do you want some medicine?
Wm: No.
Me: Do you want me to bring you a warm blanket to snuggle in?
Wm: No.
Me: Do you want to be evil and disagreeable?
Wm: Yes.

So then about 15 minutes later, I texted him this. His reply killed me.

Here's hoping he's better by Christmas and doesn't manage to infect us with his germs!