Almost exactly one week later, it is Colin’s turn on the couch with the stomach virus. The channel has changed from Dora to game shows, but it’s pretty much the same after that. Colin wants a different kind of sympathy than D wanted.
“Yes, darling son, what can Mother do??”
“Bring me my ipod.”
And that’s pretty much all he’s said all morning long. I am confident he doesn’t want his forehead held in the bathroom, so I am just trying to stay out of the way. I don’t know. Maybe I should ask. I suspect he’ll just laugh . . . if he can.