Gav is sick. He woke up coughing during the night and couldn’t sleep from a bout 3a to 5a. At 5 I decided to use his inhaler to see if he could get any relief. He hates it. It worked and/or wore him out enough that he fell asleep. When Brandon woke up in the morning he came out and Gavin said, “Dad, do you want to hear a story about my germs?” And he told Brandon this:
“Once there was a little germ that got into my mouth. I was coughing and coughing. Then my parents got a mask on my face. It kicked the germ out really, really, really fast. And I fell back sleep. The end.” (or something close to that, I wasn’t in a state of complete conciseness at the time). (Mask = inhaler). There was more in there, but that’s the gist of it. It was the funniest and cutest little story.
I love my crazy little sicky.