Inherited Genes?

I'm appalled, but I believe my daughter has the male-sick gene. Miss Fabulous is sick, not seriously, but she's got a little cold. Should have known night before last when she asked for her water cup to be filled up again and I noticed that my throat felt really dry too. Should have known when she was super sweet during grocery shopping and didn't bother talking to any strangers; usually she wants to talk to EVERYONE at the grocery store and check out their cart contents, as well as questioning the intended usage.

By the time we got home from the grocery store, Miss Fabulous announced that she was freezing, doesn't think our plan for dinner sounds so good anymore, and just wanted to lay down on the couch. Odd. She ate dinner (one baby carrot and a few bites of her cabbage pocket) and then went to lay back down on the couch. She requested to be covered up, and uncovered, and covered up... Miss Fabulous needed one of us to sit directly beside her, constantly - but don't move and don't get in her way of viewing the movie.

Miss Fabulous had to take a bath instead of a shower last night because it was "more relaxing" and she didn't believe she could stand up for the duration of a shower. Yes, she had a low grade fever, but I'm sure she was fine to stand up. She read her books, had her snack, and was ready for bed when she called me (pathetically whined actually) "Mommy, could you please sleep in my same bed with me tonight, so you can check to make sure I'm okay." Uh, no, I won't sleep with you, but I will check on you. You'll be just fine.

All night long "MOMMY!!!!!!", "DADDY!!!!!!!", "I NEED KLEENEX!!!!" and the whining. Surprisingly she ate her breakfast this morning very well and had energy to play a game, but requested that I put it away because she was sick. I denied that request and she handled it just fine on her own. At lunch I didn't have enough raspberries apparently, so when the husband came home for lunch, Miss Fabulous appealed to him "Daddy, came you please get me some raspberries?" He said yes, he'd get them later tonight after work. "Oh, but that's just too long for me to wait, it'll be like waiting forever" She's going to wait. She was done with her lunch after eating only a few bites and said "Daddy, will you please clean up my lunch for me?" He asked why she couldn't do it. She pathetically whined "because, I'm really just not feeling so well and need to go lay down." He did it for her.

Exactly where does one inherit this behavior? When I'm sick, I don't want to talk about it and I want to be alone. I've only observed this from men - the sighs and extra dramatic coughs and lack of energy to do much of anything but be catered to. I'm fine catering to her a little and cuddling my baby, but this is unreal.

She'll get her raspberries in a few hours but until then, the drama queen will be laying on the couch, covered up, eating crackers with her water and a few tissues beside her. I will be in another room, avoiding the dramatic sighs, and awaiting my whining leader's directives and requests. When I told her she was a drama queen, I didn't actually mean she was a Queen. Maybe we can discuss this and come to an understanding as she gets older.