I am just a little sick today.
Mom says, "No school. You need to stay in bed."
Being just a little sick is fun.
I get breakfast in bed. Yay!
It is just plain toast. Yuck!
"I want Fruity Crunch," I say.
Mom says, "You are too sick. Go to bed."
"I am not too sick to play video games."
"Yes, you are," says Mom.
"Now go to bed and rest."
I am not too sick to fly to the moon on my rocket ship.
"The rocket ship ran out of gas," Mom says.
"It needs to rest."
I am too sick to build a tent on my bed.
I am hiding from my bear.
Suddenly I don&`&t feel good.
My bear and I go to find Mom.
Mom sends me back to bed.
She takes my temperature.
"You have a fever," says Mom.
I say, "I am sleepy."
I wake up from my nap.
I feel great!
I get dressed.
I will go out to play.
Mom says, "Oh, good, you are all dressed.
Let&`&s go to the doctor."
But I am not sick anymore," I say.
Mom takes me to the dotcor anyway.
We wait and wait.
I put on a funny-looking robe.
The back is open.
The doctor checks my throat, my nose, and my ears.
The doctor gives Mom something to make me feel better.
We go home.
I can&`&t wait to go out and play with my friends.
"Oh no," says Mom.
"The doctor said you have to rest all day."
I am tired of resting!
I ask, "Can I please go to school tomorrow?"
I changed my mind.
Being just a little sick is no fun.