Put in my place

Brent woke up yesterday with a pretty good cold, and we spent the morning watching television, wrapped up in blankets, sheltered from the rain just outside. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth hung in an open position as an alternative to the unsuccessful attempts at breathing through his nose.

After making the boys some french toast sticks (I was told that homemade ones are even better than Burger King's - but I think they were buttering me up for something), I used a warm wet cloth to wipe the syrup from Brent's cheeks. As I finished up, he excitedly gave me a hug.

"You fixed it, Mommy! You made my nose work again!" He sniffed loudly, proud to feel the air once again entering through his nose, even though it still took some effort.

"I told you Mommies could fix anything," I said, hoping to work the placebo effect a bit more.

"I know," he replied. "But I always thought you were just joking about all that!"