Mommies don’t get sick days.
Neither do babies who pull away from the boob every five sucks to breathe when they’re eating.
And neither, if you ask my wonderful, amazing,
whiner husband, do restaurant managers. [I love you, sweetheart!]
It took Little Bear exactly one week to get his first cold. And it totally wasn’t my fault. He’s getting antibodies from me. His father and brother, however . . . I’m not sure which one of them I should kill for sharing.
I love my guys. Really. And I’m all about teaching Butter to share things – his toys, his snacks, pretty much everything. But buddy, you don’t have to share your colds. Not with Mommy, not with Pop, and certainly not with your little brother.