The little tyrant seems to be working on a cold. My first clue? Twin rivers of snot running from his nostrils. My second clue? The screaming.
Oh, the screaming. And yes, this is screaming.
However, his wide open howling mouth makes it easier to squirt a dropper full of tasty cherry-flavored baby Tylenol down his throat... so I can't complain too much.
I'm running on very little sleep tonight, and I'm about to go to bed and get even less sleep. Maybe I'll be more interesting tomorrow. We'll see.
The New PostSecret Book
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