Infected

Tommy is sick. He has a horrid cough and a fever, and is so congested that he can't sleep more than 45 minutes at most. This makes for horrible nights and a Mommy who can't spell on her Blog. Plus, I was bored anyway and now I'm cooped up and bored.

The poor bug's nose is crusted beyond recognition when he wakes up in the morning. If I try to remove the crustation, he launches himself in a direction opposite me and the Kleenex. He may be young, but he's smart enough to escape tissue when he sees it. That's my kid.