Sniffles

The Boy is sick today. Poor little Monkey.

After a week of travelling, fatigue may have taken its toll. Or maybe he just caught a bad bug. All I know is that I hate to see him in such discomfort. Between loud bouts of crying, he sometimes can only muster a faint whimper.

It breaks my heart.

When he gets up from his nap -- one hour now, and counting -- I'll take him for a walk outside in the bright (albeit cold) sunshine. And maybe get him to drink some water, to replenish the copious fluids he's losing through his nose. But the Boy and I are laying low today.