Is there anything worse than a sad-eyed feverish little boy who just wants to cling to his mama for comfort because he feels so bad?
Why, yes, as it turns out, there is. A hyperactive little three-year-old boy who is relishing the fact that he has his energy back and can now wreak havoc upon his poor, exhausted parents.
Let's just say that I'm tired of 5:30 a.m. wakeups, screaming temper fits and general all-around orneriness. And I'm still disappointed that we've had to delay our trip to visit my parents in Natchez.
This too shall pass, right? Right?