"Ames can you grab the remote I don't feel good." She gave me a dirty look.
"It is two feet away if that you can get it yourself."
"But it's too far and it hurts to move."
"Jake you have the flu you are not dying I mean Hannah did not even whine as much as you do."
I caught what Hannah had last week, it sucks. I have been laying on the couch not moving except to run to the bathroom for the last three days. Honestly I have been burning up and then cold and achy and it sucks.
Speaking of Hannah maybe she will bring me the remote.
"Hans will you bring daddy the remote?"
"No." She didn't even look at me.
"Please. Daddy will give you candy."
"No."
"Fine I will get it myself."
"Did your mom ever baby you when you were sick."
"She was never home so no. My Nana did though."
"So I can thank her for you being super dependent?"
"I guess."
"What did you do when you lived by yourself?"
"My Nana came over and then after she got sick Charles."
"You need to grow up."
"Maybe you need to grow down." She got red in the face I knew I was in trouble.
"Whatever Jake. I am taking Hannah to daycare and I am going to work. I will be in court this afternoon so you cannot get ahold of me. Have fun fending for yourself."
She grabbed Hannah and put on her coat. "Say bye to daddy."
"No."
"Love you guys."
"Love you too now rest if I find you out of this apartment you will be in trouble and that couch will be your bed for awhile." She walked out and slammed the door with Hannah in tow.
I hate being sick.