Little Booger

Right around bed time last night both of my kids developed a stuffy nose. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that they are in a pool every day filled with twenty other kids. Needless to say, last night was filled with waking up, nightmares, whining about the stuffy nose and some possible hallucinations. Good times.

Both of them woke up this morning (at the normal time, for the love of pete) with tired eyes and still stuffy noses. We decided to skip swimming today and take a rest day. After lunch, Sister went to her room for a nap and I convinced Brother that we should do the same. He was laying in bed with me wrapping his little arms around my neck and doing nose kisses. Then, he'd want to chat for a while and talk about world politics. I finally made the executive decision to turn the other way and encourage him to actually, you know, sleep.

I was almost in my sleep zone when I felt him tap me.

"Mom, want me to rub your back for ya?"

"Sure, buddy."

He rubbed his dimpled little hands on my back and hummed a sweet song to me. A lump caught in my throat and I felt tears stinging my eyes at the thought of how sweet he is and how lucky I am.

There was a short pause in rubbing and then:

"Mom?"

"Yeah, buddy?"

"What do I do with this booger?"

Back rub? Over.