Dom didn’t get to go trick-or-treating yesterday. He had a pretty high fever and the buzzkill doctor said to keep him inside. We did as we were told. Does that make us good parents or bad parents?
Either way, Kerry and I were really sad for our little guy. We had spent the majority of the week teaching him to say “trick or treat” and his hotdog costume was about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen (and yes, I repeatedly made him say “weiner”). Poor little guy. While he couldn’t go outside, we did let him trick or treat from room to room with Mommy and Daddy, and let me tell you, he got some killer candy. Just for clarification, I mean “killer” as in “name brand sugar-fix” and not “killer” as in “check the tootsie rolls for HIV needles.”
He wasn’t doing much better this morning, and when Dom isn’t feeling well, Dom gets whatever he wants from his pushover parents. Today, “whatever he wants” was watching Disney’s Cars on repeat. I now officially know the numbers of Lightning McQueen, Chick Hicks, and The King (95, 86, 43, respectively, in case you were wondering).
I hate it when Dom is miserable. Even though I’d take his illness away if it was possible, I will admit that I do enjoy it when he just wants to lay on me and watch movies all day. It’s hard to slow him down long enough for a good squeeze when his energy bar is at full capacity. Unfortunately, he won’t be nearly as compassionate in three days when he feels fantastic and I’m showing the first symptoms of whatever nasty little virus he gave me by coughing in my mouth seven times.
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