Let me know, baby. Let me know and I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you elbows and special soup, and chicken and dumplings (because that’s your thing not mine). I’ll get you medicine and tuck you in. We’ll watch whatever you want to watch on television.
I want you to feel better. You can sleep in the bed too, let me sleep on the couch because I know you don’t want to get me sick too. I’ll tuck you in and make sure you get all better. You need to feel better, baby, because frankly, you’re no fun when you’re sick. But who is really?
By the way, next time you’re not sick, you need to write down the chicken and dumpling recipe so I actually know how to make it.