Gavin had a revelation. “I KNOW WHY DADDY IS SICKER! He picked his nose and that makes you sick! No, Mom. Stop laughing. It’s real. When you pick your nose, it gets germs in there and makes you sick. Daddy picked his nose.” So one good thing that could come from this would be that my boys may have better hygiene as someone somewhere along the way has told them this urban myth and I swear it wasn’t me. I reserve my lies for things like – If you don’t eat your vegetables, you will get fat and have no muscles and be the slowest one on the team. Don’t judge me. Shut up.
A few minutes later, Gavin was asking me the whereabouts of our tray we use to take breakfast in bed when people are sick. So, we got down the serving tray and they started loading it with things to take to Daddy. Straws, because according to 7 and 5 year old boys, when you are sick, you have to drink through a straw. Books – but only kid books. I thought the gesture was incredibly sweet and compassionate, and I thought it was important to let them be as much a part of this or as little a part of this as they want.