Monday, August 28, 2006
Well, the sickness has struck once again. This time, there is no fever but a nasty cold that has both children stuffy and miserable. Armed with lysol in one hand, clorox wipes in the other and each pocket filled to the brim with kleenex, I am desperately trying to eradicate the sickness from our house. Even Eric is a little under the weather.
There is, however, a sweetness a child possesses only when they are sick. You want to do anything you can to make them feel better, knowing the best thing they can do is sleep. And so when they pour on the charm, in the most nasal voice they can muster, and ask for yet another pack of fruit snacks, you give in. Because, really how could you not?