3:58 a.m. I hear the shuffling on the carpet, I feel the stare penetrating through my still want to be asleep eyes “Mom can you help me with my socks?”
And why did Morgan need socks at 3:58 a.m.? He has a 103+ fever and his feet are cold. Duh.
Of course 3:59 a.m. brought forth another reason for the visit, to vomit and in order for Mom to catch it he had to be in my room. Even in a slumbering stupor I can catch vomit (well most of it), try to top that one!
It’s amazing what you notice as you’re holding a living heater in your lap while directing his mouth back toward the bowl and away from you. Little things like even in the dim light (we have a dimmer on the bathroom light which is an absolute necessity — try it you’ll like it) anyway you notice the little things like — just when did I clean the bathroom last? Never mind, don’t really want to know.
And it is at these times that Morgan wants to get philosophical. “Mom, (in his ultra serious tone) can we talk about heaven?” Well sure, that’s what I was hoping you would want to discuss. “How do the people get to heaven? Why are angels invisible? When Callie’s body stops working can we get a guinea pig?”
Matt’s home with him this morning — I’m headed back after lunch. Still not sure how to answer the guinea pig question.
Life With Boys 
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