I got a text from my sister. She is sick and has two kids, one and three. It brought me back to a slice about nine years ago when I was sick.
I had horrible food poisoning and it hurt to move. I was crawling to the toilet, but I still had a kid. A young one. An independent one.
He decided that he wanted Nesquik…no milk needed.
I watched him do it, but I had no energy to stop him. He was so darn cute! And like I said, it hurt to move. I did, however, snap a picture.