Last night was a little rough. Jack was up a bunch, moaning, turns out he has strep.
There was one redeeming moment, however.
At about 4am, Jaime poured a little cup of purple kids' Tylenol for Jack, which I promptly spilled all over the sheets.
After a calling myself stupid a couple times, I felt a little hand patting me on the back. It was Jack.
"It's ok dad," he said, "you're not too stupid."
2 comments:
One of life's sweet, memorable moments.
i don't know, i think you may actually be that stupid...
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