Mistress Mouse’s Musings

Special Boy is sick. I got to play the doting feminine role as he moaned and groaned in the most offending way possible.

Boy: “Mouse… Last night… Was terrible…”
Me: “Awww”
Boy: “Not only was I sick, but every time I woke up you had pushed me off the matress.”
Me: “I’m sorry! I was sleeping; I didn’t do it on purpose!”
Boy: “And I was cold, because you kept ripping the blanket away from me. I’d tell you that I had nothing but a single tassle covering one of my toes, and you’d moan and pull it away.”
Boy: “So then I’d try to snuggle up to you for some kind of body heat, but just as I was starting to warm up, you’d shove your ass into my balls, forcing me to back off.”
Me: “I know you want to complain, but dude, I do not like this feeling of guilt.”
Boy: “And I was so cold and I’m so sick and you wouldn’t let me have any of the bed!” (insert dramatic sob here)
Me: “Ok, Stop it. There is a line you know.”
Boy: “And then when I woke up in the morning and went to kiss you… I discovered that you had dragon breath from hell. I thought I was going to pass out.”
Me: “Well that’s nothing new. We go through that ceremony every morning!”
Boy: “Yeah, but this time I was sick!”

Sigh. Boys are so melodramatic.