Sick little boy

It looks like Michael has exactly what I did earlier in the week (insisting on drinking out of my cup is a great way to insure the transferal of disease). There is nothing quite as heart wrenching as holding your crying child when they are in pain - hearing that bewildered tone to their crying just cuts you to the quick. I'm thinking I may kick John out of our bed tonight and sleep with Michael so I can comfort him easily when he wakes, our air mattress died a while back and I don't think I can deal with sleeping on his old crib mattress. We'll head out to Whole Foods in the morning for lollipops and popsicles.

I hope this passes quickly.