Instead my Baby Knievel is replaced by a lil lovey bear snuggle muffin.
So today will be filled with reading books, snacking, snuggling, an extra bath, Pingu and more snuggles. I mean, none of us want our kids to be sick, but the truth is they will be. It's a part of life, man. Part of growing up. And I'd be a lying buttsnorkel if I said that for one minute each time Mr. Pants gets sick I actually throw out a What What! and look forward to the closeness with him. Because it's actually more like two or three minutes that I feel that way. Or ten. It might be ten minutes. But definitely no more than twenty. I swear. I think.