“You probably just had too much fun,” Audrey’s mom said.
Audrey made a funny face, what a silly thing for mommy to say. How can you have too much fun?
Audrey took a hot bath and put on her pink fuzzy pajamas and went to bed. She did not read a book or play a game like she usually did before bedtime.
The next morning her throat felt like she had swallowed a hundred bumblebees. It was scratchy, and it hurt to swallow. She could not yell, but she still tried to call mommy.
“Mommy,” Audrey said, barely above a whisper.
But mommies have a special radar when kids were sick. She came into Audrey’s room right away.
“How are you feeling, sweetie?” Mommy asked.
Audrey did not smile. She pointed to her throat and stuck out her tongue and made a ‘blah’ face. Her face was flushed and as red as the hair on her head.
Mommy touched her forehead, “Oh my, Audrey, you are burning up.”
Audrey laid back down on her bed and folded her arms. She was not feeling well at all. And when you don’t feel well, you cannot go outside and play. Not that she felt like it anyhow. She was sick and did not want to move a pinky toe.
Mommy gave her medicine; a purple grape-flavored cup and a couple of sips of water. Audrey made a face after each swallow.
“I’m sorry, honey,” mommy said.
Audrey’s daddy came in, “Hey, pumpkin, are you okay?”
Audrey made a face, wondering why daddies always asked silly questions.
“Sorry, Yes, I know you’re not feeling good,” said daddy.
Mommy went to work, so daddy took care of Audrey. After sleeping a little bit longer, she woke up and did not hurt as much. Daddy gave her another purple grape-flavored cup and a couple of sips of water.
“Follow me,” said daddy.
Daddy took her to the living room to his favorite chair. It was big and soft and leaned all the way back. There was a blanket, a pillow, and her favorite stuffed bear. “I thought Sniffy could keep you company out here.”
Daddy’s chair was close to the window. Audrey could see outside. She saw her big brother flying a kite, and their dog Molly barking at it soared into the sky.
Audrey was sad she could not have any fun. Not that she wanted to go outside anyhow. She was sick and did not want to move a pinky toe.
Audrey watched the mail carrier put the mail in their mailbox, a purple and green van stopped and put boxes on the neighbor’s porch, and a brown square van later did the same thing.
Audrey made a face wondering why big people did such silly things like that.
She could hear the neighbors laughing, playing, and having fun; she was feeling left out. Not that she wanted to go outside anyhow. She was sick and did not want to move a pinky toe.
For lunch, daddy gave her a cup of chicken soup and a couple of crackers.
“The warm soup helps the scratchiness in your throat,” said daddy.
And it did. Even the crackers did not hurt when she swallowed. Audrey smiled; daddies always how to make it better.
Audrey read her book, played a game or two on her tablet, and slept even more. She woke up to one of her favorite sounds in the world. The music of the ice cream truck. It tinkled a little melody that made her heart jump for joy.
Her throat reminded her that she was not feeling well. She thought about running down the street, yelling at the ice cream truck to stop. It always would, and she would get an ice cream sandwich, the one with chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry.
She could not see the truck, but she could hear it. It must be stopped somewhere close. Someone was getting ice cream right this moment. Not that she wanted to go outside anyhow. She was sick and did not want to move a pinky toe.
Daddy came back to check on her. He gave her another purple grape-flavored cup and more sips of water. He brushed her red hair out of her face, “How are you feeling, pumpkin?”
Audrey made a face because daddies always asked silly questions. She stuck out her tongue and make a ‘blah’ face.
“Well, your brother has something that might make you feel better,” said daddy.
Matthew came into the room. He had already put his kite away, and Molly was right behind him. He was out of breath like he had been running after something.
Audrey smiled. Could it be the ice cream truck?
Matthew handed her an ice cream sandwich. The one with chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla.
Audrey opened the wrapper and slowly ate it. The cold of the ice cream made her throat feel better. She watched her brother outside, playing with Molly. She still could hear the neighbors laughing and playing. She knew tomorrow would be another day. Not that she wanted to go outside anyhow. She was sick and didn’t want to move a pink toe.