The last few days we seem to have shared a cold.
Sadly, I knew it was Luke's turn. I could tell when he wasn't running to the door and hurrying me along to his practice. This morning he felt worse, mostly a sore throat. By the afternoon he was breathing very shallow and rapid.
He and Daddy took a trip to urgent care to be on the safe side. He got a breathing treatment which made him feel much better. They also took a chest x-ray and ruled out anything more serious.
When he walked in the door he already looked better and he finally had an appetite.
'Mom they did an xray and I saw it'.
'That's neat, did they explain to you what everything was?'
'Yeah. He was Asian so it was, ya know, kinda hard to know what he said.'
'He had an accent?'
'Yeah. It was Asian.'
He finished up his bowl of cereal and was off to bed...
(with extra hugs and kisses)
