This morning I heard someone huffing around the corner and peeked to see Melody carrying a large-for-her bar stool. I asked what she was doing.
She said, "We have to take Daddy's temperature, because he doesn't feel good."
I asked Melody, "Did Daddy ask you to take his temperature?"
She said, "No."
I said, "So, it was your idea?"
Melody responded, "Yes, it's my idea. He has to do it."
I said, "I don't think Daddy wants his temperature taken."
She said, "He has to do it. He has to."
Melody took the thermometer to Ethan (who was sound asleep on the couch) and she told him to say "ahh." He grumbled something like, "no." She gave up easily.
She's such a little care taker and very responsible. This morning she hopped in bed with me (like most mornings) and I told her Daddy didn't feel well and she said, "Oh, poor Daddy."
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