When I was 3, I got sick. Just a cold or the flu or something, but I had to spend a good bit of time lying down. Every few minutes I would tell my mother, "Mommy, I'm all better!" And she'd patiently remind me that I was still, in fact, ill.
Samuel has been under the weather for a few days now. Yesterday he was pretty ramped up, though, and there wasn't much I could do to make him rest. Today I've been fairly successful at gluing him to the couch by letting the boy watch whatever DVDs he wants. So far it's been Thomas the Tank Engine non-stop, but I expect it will be Xmas movies soon (yes, we've started already).
In contrast to Dr NTodd, whenever I query Sam about his status, he wisely replies, "I'm a little sick."
The wisdom of my movie strategy might be questioned, however. I introduced the boy to 3 "new" Xmas movies: Year Without A Santa Claus, Rudolph's Shiny New Year, and Nestor the Christmas Donkey (it's a DELUXE set). He already was kinda obsessed with other 2 main characters since he'd seen the original Rudolph before, but now he keeps asking if the donkeys are coming for Xmas.
At least it's gotten him to stop talking about ladybugs for a while. Somehow I think this is karma, or Mom's revenge...