07-10-08

*Cough, Cough

Sol: cough, cough <fake> I’m medicine (hands me the tylenol), Im sick

Shell: You’re not sick, you’re a hypochondriac. can you say ‘hypochondriac’?

Sol: Condreeeeah.

Shell: Good Job

She has an intense fear of mosquito bits. “skeeto bites, no skeeto bites, get inside” she told Aunt Maude as she was leaving yesterday.