My mom has imparted the wisdom to me about the care and feeding of my father.
When he's sick or feeling miserable...say, "Poor Thing" to him and he feels better.
I was telling Monkey how it really works when she says it to me too! He said if anyone said that to him, he'd think they were being sarcastic. But I explained that as silly as it sounds, it really does make me feel better! Of course, it has to be said sincerely.
So, when he brought me back home that night, my mom was whining because she was sick and couldn't breathe from being all stuffed up.
I said, "Poor thing", then Monkey said "Poor thing!" then my dad said, "Poor thing!"
Laugh.
It felt good having Monkey be part of the "Poor thing" posse. Hugs.
