He lives!
The double-death plague SARS mad cow bird flu has pretty much cleared out of my system, I'm doing much better now. Thanks for the well wishes, and special thanks to NCS for fighting the urge to leave me for dead and claim my belongings.
One of these days when I was home sick, the boy came up to me while I was laying on the couch. I was lying there with a blanket covering my feet, probably while watching some show that I'm too embarrassed to admit I was watching. The boy came over and started pulling on the blanket. As I was gathering the energy to scold him, I realized that he wasn't trying to take the blanket away, he was trying to cover more of me up. As he pulled it up to my shoulders, he said, "I'm taking care of you, daddy."
And just when I was looking at boarding schools... "Thanks, buddy. That is very nice of you to help take care of daddy." Just after I thanked him, he grabbed a pillow and rested it on my face.
Since that moment, I've wondered if I misinterpreted his desire to "take care of me." And I've been sleeping with one eye open.
Comments
cadiz12 said:
glad to hear you're feeling better, omar. at least he only rested it on your face and didn't hold it down.
No Cool Story said:
Awwww.
Maybe he thought you were contagious.
Maybe he watched the Godfather and that's how he figured "take care of you".
Tori :) said:
He should really wait until you're asleep before doing that...
Christian said:
He's going to make you an offer you can't refuse.
Sarah said:
He's too cute! Obviously, he takes after The Wife! ;)
Zoe said:
oh how i love that boy
aubrey said:
lol. better watch that kid. taking care of you..
i'm glad you're feeling much better! and VERY excited and honored to see my name over on your sidebar. i'm not sure what i did to deserve that, but i won't push my luck.
Jon said:
Let's be realistic. You were in a weakened state, the boy recognized that and saw an opportunity. You really can't fault him for that.
Jon said:
I just realized that last comment I made was my 400th. What I find sad about that is I realized when I was on around 396 or so that 400 was coming up and I wanted to be prepared and really make that comment count. I'm pretty sure I blew it. Let that be a lesson to all the other commenters out there. You lose focus for even a second and it can all come tumbling down.
Even with all of that, I'm still proud to be the third internet persona to cross this threshold here at op.net. Sure, I'm about a year behind the other two, but isn't really just about getting here?
I feel like a marathon runner that just crossed the finish line with a time of 17:26:38.216. Yeah, I broke it down to thousandths of a second, so you know it's official.
elasticwaistbandlady said:
Bump off dad......inherit the all powerful remote control and iPhone.
Your kid is amazingly smart!
elasticwaistbandlady said:
I'm so sorry you were sick. I'm also sorry that I didn't get over here earlier to send well wishes. Basically, I'm just all-around sorry. :(
Becky said:
hold up- iPhone? when the crap did THAT happen?!?
Carrot Jello said:
Obviously, you haven't been that dad he's wanted you to be. Either that, or he's in love with your wife.
That's been happening at our house.
My four year old flopped down on my husband and said "I'll take care of this fool!" saving me from him.
Yes, I'd watch your back.
Oh yeah, I'm sorry you were sick too.
Syar said:
If kid logic dictates that if your feet and torso need covering up to make you all better, then covering your face works too, right?
Sure, he may have neglected to remember that whole blocking the airways thing, but isn't it cute how he tries to help out?
Now if he starts trying to keep your feet warm with concrete boots, then you might be right in worrying.
Syar said:
Also, thanks Jon for diverting my attention back to the comment count, which I've been trying not to think about since the last time we discussed it and unleashed a comment padding tidal wave.
Proud to be number 4.
Pad.
marie/y said:
This isn't connected to your post per se, but you are just about the funniest dude I don't even know.
Thanks for always making me smile!
Jayci said:
dang that's funny - sorry about the second motivation for his taking care of you. Glad you're feeling better. Did you really have sars and mad cow? gosh. bad luck. lol
Nancy Face said:
I'm so glad you're back among the living!
Let's just hope you stay that way.
Carol said:
No comments or posts for several days.... Is anyone else wondering if the tyke was successful in "taking care of daddy?"
JustRandi said:
Probably you should be more careful about what you watch while he's in the room. You know, lay off The Godfather and Goodfellas for awhile.
elasticwaistbandlady said:
Thank you for enduring my post about all things feminine, Omar. You're a true blog friend! I bet you also just mentally crossed the name Julie off your list for any future Phillips family daughters.
Lia said:
Sorry to hear you were sick; gladder to hear you're surviving the "treatments". Keep up the survival part.
No Cool Story said:
Hey Omar, for some weird reason that new post you published yesterday is not showing up.
Very weird.
Lauren said:
You know, if I were in your situation, I wouldn't sleep at all.
Lauren said:
Why didn't my comment show up? Well I will type it again. If it is a duplicate just know I am not foolish. Ok, I am...just not an idiot.
I was going to say, "If I were you, I wouldn't sleep at all."
wendela said:
I'm glad to see you're still alive. I haven't been around in ages. Good to see your son's still looking after you. He's little enough that he's really NOT trying to harm you with that pillow. Honestly. :)
Tori :) said:
Ha ha! Lauren's comment showed up twice!! FOOLISH!
No Cool Story said:
Super Happy Astronaut makes up for the lack of updates to OP.
But just this once ;)
Nobody said:
So, Omar. I have a confession. It's about commenting. Here it is:
I have a lot of people who read my blog that don't comment. And sometimes I talk to these people in real life. They say things like, "I read your blog everyday, I love your blog. But I never leave a comment, sorry." I usually say, "It's okay Friend--but some time, say hi, just so I can know you were there." Because I'm a very accomodating friend. Then every single one of them has said something along these lines, "I'm too scared to comment, the people who do comment are so clever and funny and I feel stupid just writing something like, 'that made me laugh' or whatever."
At which point, I become less of an accomodating friend and more of an eye roller. And I say, "That's so lame---leave a comment." And that's about how it all goes down.
The other night my HUSBAND, my very own confident, adored, secure HUSBAND said, "I can never think of something witty enough to say in your comments, so I never do." I was shocked.
Here's the confession part:
Your blog has the exact same effect on me. Your commenters are hilarious, and sometimes, i've mentioned before, even come close to upstaging you. In fact, my husband and I quote Jon frequently, I'd say anywhere from 1-3 times a week. His comment on your Heath/Skor bar post, if you must know.
So anyway, I feel like if I leave a comment in an attempt to be clever and witty, and it isn't (which is very frequently the case) then I sort of lessen the greatness of your posts. And I stick out like a sore thumb in the comments.
And I totally get how the only response is, "DANG you're funny" and you just feel stupid writing that. Over and over.
So, that's it. I sometimes spend days thinking, wishing, hoping, praying for a good comment. Then I miss the boat.
However, I do believe I've just earned the record for longest most rambling comment. Right?
So there you have why Nobo sometimes says notho.
I thoroughly enjoy your posts though.