Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3–Were dancing around the living room after watching Flubber for about the 5th time chanting “Dancing Flubbers! Dancing Flubbers! Dancing Flubbers!”
While I was weakened and sick the boys took a roll of TP and turned Sweet Boy#2 into a Mummy.
Sweet Boy#3–Had a bloody nose in our bed.
Sweet Boy#3–Lost his coughdrop in our bed.
Sweet Boy#3–Comes to snuggle me while I am sick in bed. He spits into my puke bucket, blows his nose several times, eats some crackers, tries to feed me some crackers, and happily toots the horn on the toy train that he brought with him. Crunch crunch, toot toot, spit spit… What a helper.