Play-Doh, Power Rangers & the Pox

So yes, he officially has the chicken pox.  I am not at work.  I am wearing the coveted elastic-waisted pant.  I tried to monopolize the Play-Doh play this morning.  No, I'm not kidding.

See it was just Rhett's birthday and he got a Play-Doh set for making hamburgers, fries, etc.  He wanted to play with it this morning and so I joined him in a little creativity.  Is it wrong that I really like the smell of Play-Doh?  Also, is it wrong if you are not good at taking turns with your three year old and may be just as excited as he is at the prospect of making Play-Doh french fries?  I don't think so.  Well, maybe it's okay to like the smell but in hindsight I probably could've let him make his fries before I finished mine.  Also because of the crazy Type 'A'-ness of my being I had to make my fries out of the yellow Play-Doh and shuddered when he wanted to make brown fries.

Yes I'm aware I have issues.

Anyway, so far so good. He's got maybe six or seven pox at present and he's a little warm.  Runny nose and cough and extra-cuddly.  For those of you who are wondering just what my damage is in regards to him getting the chicken pox, it's really more about him than me.  Yes I like having a valid reason to stay home from work but the younger these little people get the chicken pox, the less they suffer during. 

That being said, I took a special delight in calling in and informing my supervisor I would not be in for likely the remainder of the week and really wasn't overly upset when Rhett got up at 6:10 a.m.  Why? Well number one, he's not feeling well and number two, I didn't have to go to work. That never gets old.

Never.