Boogers

Well, I complained in a previous post about people digging for boogers and God thought He'd have a laugh at my expense. Me and the boys have been sick this week with croup/cold/flu with fever, wet cough and lots of congestion. Ben, predictably, has been very boogery and I've been too sick to follow him around the house wiping his nose constantly. So, he's taken to wiping his nose on the back of his arms, then coming to my bed and wiping it on ME or on my bed. Ewwwwww! Finally this morning I hit on the idea of giving him a big cloth handkerchief and he seems interested in wiping on that instead. Here is a photo of him, fast asleep with his head on the kitchen table. I asked him to take some cough medicine so that he wouldn't be up all night coughing, and he refused. When told he would sit there until he took it, he said "ok" and there he sat until he fell asleep. It is so pathetic! He is such a stubborn little guy, and even an offer of chocolate could not budge him. Toby was always such a sensible little guy, and when told "Here, drink this bad-tasting medicine and I will give you a lollipop." it went right down the hatch. Ben would rather die than let it touch his lips. I managed to get a little into him, but he did indeed cough half the night, keeping both of us up. Next time: we sit on him. Sheesh. - Cami