Yesterday, after days of not being able to eat or drink anything, the girls and I came up with a game of sorts. We were all probably a little feverish, very sleep deprived, and perhaps even a bit delirious as we found ourselves lying on a plastic tablecloth (vomit protection) on the living room floor. I unintentionally initiated the game by thinking out loud, "I am so thirsty I could drink a huge glass of ice water." Esme took my initiative and added on, "I am so hungry I could eat the biggest, yummiest bowl of lasagna." Eila caught on right away and piped in, "I'm so hungry I could eat toast, meat, sugar, and oatmeal*."
While our sick tummies rumbled away, we spent the next half hour playing the flu food game. I had the foresight to grab a piece of paper and pen partway through and document a few of our fantasy foods. While the lists definitely reveal some very unrefined palates, they also gave me a good laugh.
It went something like this:
Esme: "I'm so hungry I could eat the biggest, yummiest, frostingest cinnamon roles."
Eila: "I'm so hungry I could eat macaroni and cheese with the cheesiest cheese."
Me: "I'm so hungy I could eat four loaves of Grandma Dorothy's bread hot out of the oven."
Esme: "I'm so hungry I could eat the biggest, biggest, biggest cherry cake with ballerinas dancing."
Eila: "I'm so hungry I could eat roses and cheese."
Me: "I'm so hungy I could eat a hot cheesy pizza the size of the living room rug."
Esme: "I'm so hungry I could eat the biggest pink cookie."
Eila: "I'm so hungry I could eat frosting cherries and frosting cupcakes and frosting cookies."
Me: "I'm so hungy I could eat a twenty foot long churro."
And then we all threw up again.
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*No she didn't. Did she? She did. She seriously said Oatmeal. WHAT?!?
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