I am sick. That's not surprising considering I have been running myself ragged. Anyway, I've been trying to stay away from the twins as much as possible, despite the fact that it fills me with guilt and I miss them terribly. Our alternative caregivers, Grandaunt and Grandma have been telling the twins repeatedly that Mommy is sick, Mommy needs to rest, Do not disturb Mommy and Mommy cannot carry them. It doesn't work. In fact, it makes Baby J attempt to seek me out at any given chance and literally cling to my leg. We've taken to calling her 树袋熊 (shu4 dai4 xiong2)~ koala bear, after the koala bear in the ONLY Chinese book (to date) that I've read to them.
But I guess, it is just her way of digesting what she has been told.
Evan does it in a different way. He isn't as koala bear-ish but has, in his own way, told us that he gets what he's been told about Mommy.
Conversation he had with me on the way to school this morning.
Evan: Mommy, Evan don't go school.
Me: Why?
Evan: Cos Evan sick.
Me: Evan is sick?
Evan: Yes yes yes. Evan sick. Evan must rest.
Me: What is Evan sick with?
Evan: Evan coughing. No eat banana.
Me: So Evan cannot go to school?
Evan: Yes yes yes. Evan sick. Evan no go school. Evan rest. Evan tired.
Me: You can rest now, on the way to school.
Evan: Evan sick. Evan rest. Evan sleep now.
... Leans his head against the side of his car seat and pretends to sleep for a good 30 seconds.
So, my son, at the age of two has learnt how to malinger, using words taught to him, describing the fact that his Mommy is unwell.
I always knew he was clever. I had better get started on writing all those excuse letters he's going to need when he doesn't want to go to school for real next time.
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