Saturday, February 13, 2010

Macey, the Humanitarian

Miles hasn't been feeling well the past couple of days: he's been pretty lethargic and complaining of fever, aches, sore throat, etc. I always feel sorry for him when he gets truly sick, but even if I didn't, he wouldn't let me forget for long that he's under the weather.

At one point we were in the van and he whined, "Mommy, I don't feel good." I expressed appropriate sympathy, and we road in silence for a few more minutes until Macey observed, "I want to kick him and see if he has a headache."

On a related note, Brett and I were happy to see her express actual sympathy last week. Bear Grylls from Man Vs. Wild bit the head off a squirming river trout, and Macey gapsed, "Oh, that poor fish!" How much does it say about her... erm... willful personality that both her mommy and daddy looked at one another in relief that she had shown her first real sense of concern? Oh, Macey, you little stinker. I love ya, girl!