Secret Agent Down...Current Mood: Sick

I am sick. It is not fun. Everything hurts...my throat hurts, my bum hurts, and I am cold. It wasn't too bad earlier in the week, but last night was awful. Mommy kept trying to put me to bed. I did not want to go to bed. I wanted to be with Mommy! She kept trying to put me down, so I had to scream at her. Sometimes you have to be tough with parents so they can learn.

I did not sleep at all well. And, just when I was feeling a little better, Mommy stuffed me into the evil straitjacket (they call it my winter coat, but ninjas know better), strapped me into my carseat, and took me out into the nasty cold. I had to scream at her some more. We saw the doctor guy. He poked me a lot. I was very good for the doctor and smiled at him and the nurse people. They were all very sympathetic and told me how cute I am. It's a tough job, being cute while you're sick, but somebody's got to do it.

I'm supposed to drink up and get lots of rest. This would be more fun if I didn't already do that most of the time anyway. I can't even have special treats like hot chocolate or chicken soup with rice because I am not big enough. Bleah. I wish I could ninja-kick this cold!

I am going to rest while Mommy types up these notes for me...she's much better at this computer thing anyway. This ninja needs a nap.