Nurse: So how old are you sweetie.
Son: Six and a half.
Me: Um, he's 3.
Son: Don't tell her that! (Shoots me a dirty look)
Poor son has been whomped with the awfully named coxsackievirus virus topped with strep throat. My heart breaks for the little guy. We've got popsicles, jello, antibiotics and alternating cool baths and Motrin. He's got new toys and coloring books and nonstop Cyber Chase cartoons.
But for the love of all that is good and holy will someone please turn off the mooooooaaaaaning that has been coming from him without pause since Saturday morning. My ears are bleeding.