Bob's Flu Day: I Don't Know How Many Days Anymore

"Mom, since I have to sleep sitting up on the couch because of my cough, is it weird for you to sleep on the floor by me in the living room?"

"No. It's in case you throw up again... When you were a baby and you were sick, we didn't have a small mattress so I slept next to your crib on the floor on a dog bed."

"That's sad."

"It's not sad. It's inventiveness and love and responsibility. And it was sort of a big dog bed."

"Mom, come on. It's sad. Do you think a regular person would do that?"

"I am a regular person."

"Oh, Mom."