This morning I woke up feeling like major crudola. My head is pounding, my nose is like a faucet. Nice visual there, eh?
I took a hot shower, put on warm jammies and got right back into bed. A-Boy (who will be five soon) was in his bedroom making all sorts of racket but I chose to ignore him and instead lay there with my head full of fuzz. A few minutes later he came in with a big ole basket. In the basket was the humidifier. He plugged it in, turned it on and told me that it would help me feel better soon. He went downstairs and got me a glass of ice water in case I got thirsty. And he brought me Ruff Ruff, because Ruff Ruff always makes HIM feel better when he is sick.
Aw. What a sweet boy. And to think that yesterday I thought I was raising a hoodlum.