Well, our son is down with the flu, as some of you may have read. I'm in the process of spring cleaning now, but I was down with the flu (I'm still recovering, but I can breathe now and I can say that I "survived" it). Anyways, I get a call from the MIL, she wants to come pick the baby up (err, well, he's 15 months) and I explain that he's down with the flu and I don't want him to be pestered with, but next week they can spend a day with him, once he's fully recovered. The MIL's response? "Well, I can come and pick him up right now and drop him back off and everything". Maybe you didn't hear me, but he has the FLU... *Sigh* The in-laws seem to forget a lot that he's a little human being, not a toy. They don't realise that he can reject certain foods when he's hungry (he's not a dog, if he doesn't like what you're trying to make him eat, he simply won't eat it), but that's another huge story that I won't get into. But, really, even when someone just has a minor cold, they don't feel like being drug all over the place to play, but, the flu? Pfft, just a few days ago, I could have sworn that I was dying, now Grem has the same thing, and they think that he should be drug around like a ragdoll while feeling like this? *Sigh* I just wish people would think of him like a little human being, not like a ragdoll.