No one likes to be sick. Sure, I used to fake the world-ending cold to get out of school, but actually being sick is lousy.
John can't breath through his nose. Which makes nights LONG and days longer. Yesterday, Eugenia (our nanny) and I had to literally bear-hug him to force medicine down his throat. That sucked. After he finally drank it, all he wanted was a hug from his mom -- the women who had just tormented him. HEART STRINGS SUFFICIENTLY TUGGED.
And of course as all good siblings do, John shared with Annie.
Not everyone can blow a bubble out of their nose. Another impressive resume builder.
