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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