Year 5, Day 313

Another month, another cold running rampant through the Martin household. While Jaclyn and Miles enjoyed the effects of whatever this thing is last week, it’s my turn now, and I woke up this morning with a fever for the second day.

Needless to say, Miles’s attempts to join us in bed around 5:00 this morning were emphatically rebuffed. He did everything he could — saying he was scared, that he missed Mommy, that he had sprained his leg (seriously) and couldn’t walk back to his room — but eventually Jaclyn escorted him back down the hall.

While he didn’t climb into bed with us this morning, the door once did again open a few minutes later, and Miles walked back in.

“Miles,” I started.

“Daddy,” he said, “I brought you this.”

The next thing I knew I was whacked in the face by a plush doll. Miles had tossed Sick Bear into bed with me.

“Oh,” I said,” pulling the doll from my face. “Hey, Miles, that’s really sweet, thank you.”

But he had already left the room, closing the door behind him.

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