Well, Pardon Me...

Will woke up tonight with a fever. I gave him Motrin for the fever and some Sudafed to help with his cold. The cutest thing, he kept complaining that his "nose was not working; it won't let me breathe." We told him he could watch Mickey Mouse for a few minutes and, low and behold, his "nose is all better. It works now." Miracle of miracles.

Then after a bit of loving and an episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, we made our way back to his bed.

I climbed into bed with Will and was rubbing on him until he fell back to sleep.

"Mama, stop doing that with your nose."

"What?"

"Stop doing that with your nose."

"Will, I'm breathing."


So we continue to lay quietly with me trying not to breathe so loudly (humpf), when Will toots.

"Mama, did you hear that noise?"

"Yes, I did."

"That was my bottom. It busted a grumpy."

I stifled a laugh and tried my best to keep a straight face! Man, you gotta love little boys!