Letter to a Sick Oma, Part I

Dear Oma,

Tante Ingrid tells us you are sick. We are very sorry to hear that. My advice is to drink liquid, wear warm jammies with rabbit feet on them, take tylenol, and sleep on Mama’s shoulder.

Ok, maybe you won't fit on Mama’s shoulder. Try the other ones, though.

But don't sit in any steamy bathrooms. Mama and Daddy did that to me a few days ago on Tante’s advice. It stunk. I was a little steamed dumpling. I was mad, mad, mad.

I have been very fussy all morning. I've been tired but I cry instead of sleeping. I cry whenever I am left alone. Real tears, not just those fake ones Sabrina trots out when Mama says “no” to something. Mama fed me at 6:30 and 9:30, and I slept for about 30 seconds and then woke up. At lunch I ate about 5 bowls of rice cereal. Seriously. Mama says, maybe I was fussy because I was just hungry. Duh!

Mama has been working on the playroom today. She put in shelves and is putting away all our stuff from the garage. While Mama puts things away, Sabrina gets them out. I don't think Mama is very happy about it. She also says we had a lot of “junk.” That’s good, right?

Anyway, I'm about to fall asleep under a pile of stuffed rabbits, so I'll sign off. We hope you feel better soon. Like, before you come to visit us?

Love,
Linnie Lou