“Mama!”
“Mmmph?” Oooh, who sanded my throat?
“The screen fell out of my window!”
“Mmmphg. ‘k. I’m coming.”
“See? I was jumping over there, and it fell out!” How did I sleep through that?
“I see. There, all fixed” (Can I go back to bed now?)
“Mama?”
“Mmm?”
“I’m hungry!” He must be feeling better. Wish I did.
“Oatmeal?”
“Triple berry! Triple berry! Triple berry!”
“OK. Triple berry.”
“Orange juice?”
“OK.”
Later, Darling Husband more than earns his keep by coming home to entertain a not-quite-well-enough-to-go-to-school-today Little One, and to bring me a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup. The savory yellow broth soothes my throat and makes me feel just a little bit better. And most certainly loved.
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