Early this morning, a little blond boy marched into our room
"Daddy, can you make me breakfast"
Me: Honey, daddy isn't feeling so good.
*eye brows knit together, frowning*
He has a cold. He has boogies and lots of coughs and feels yucky.
*sad face* Oh.
Do you ever feel that way?
*even sadder face*
What helps when you feel yucky?
*leans in and kisses Rob*
*pats his arm*
It's going to be alright. You'll be ok.
Rob: Thanks, sweetie.
But..... my breakfast? It still isn't made.