He really was sick, but I love the dramatic hand placed across the forehead.
I found him like this the other morning. He usually wakes up long before I do. But I found him lying on the couch, rather than having every single toy he owns gathered around him. I slipped down next to him and quietly asked
Hey, buddy, how are you feeling?
Not good, not really. I sick.
You don't think you could eat any breakfast? You're too sick?
No. I can't eat.
After laying next to him and watching an episode of SpongeBob, he started to stretch and smile a little more.
He said
Mommy, guess what? I feeling better.
Oh good! Let's have some oatmeal then. Sound good?
Yes, it'll be the best I ever had.
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