Last night my sister and her husband came over for dinner. As usual, Schmath played with Liam the entire time he was awake. It wasn’t until after I put him to bed that I noticed the stuffiness in Schmath’s voice.
My insides started panicking because I’m paranoid about Liam getting sick, but since Schmath is completely aware of my fear of sickness I trusted that her nasal voice was in my imagination. I calmly asked her about it, and guess what her response was. “I think I’m getting a cold, but I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you wouldn’t let me play with Spiz.”
Nice, Schmath.
Monday, January 29, 2007
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