This boy woke up sick again this morning. So I wrapped his sad, feverish little self – bedhead, mismatched jammies, bare feet, throw up bowl and all – in his favorite blankets, drove him to the doctors, and came home with another round of antibiotics and a referral for an ENT to discuss a tonsillectomy. Oh my.
So anyway, this is Owen from this afternoon … on Motrin, with Popsicle stained lips, and bossy as ever with his, “21 million thousand thousand thousand awesome ramp and bumpy race track with jumps”. In case you were wondering, his car wins every time. Funny how that happens.