"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked as I bent down to comfort him. Was he sick? Was he teething? Or just plain grumpy?
"Owie..." he said between sobs.
"Owie? Where does it hurt?" He didn't move. "Sammy, where does it hurt?" He pointed to his nose. I squinted down at his nose and couldn't see anything, no bruises and it wasn't bleeding. Then I turned on the light and took a closer look. I had to hold back chuckling when I noticed he had a zit right on the tip.
I couldn't have happened to a more deserving kid... LOL.
When he noticed I was smiling he freaked out and started yelling owie and pointing to his nose frantically. I knew he was really telling me how intensive I am in his time of need. How dare I laugh when he is in the throws of agony. I should be taking his temperature, rubbing medicine on it, and a band aid would be nice too! I should be making a sick nest for him on the couch with lots of movies, a cup of Sprite, and a wash cloth to lay on his forehead. He was in pain and I was laughing at him! What kind of mom am I?!
"For crying out loud, Sam, it's just a zit!" He looked at me wide eyed. "You can't even hardly see it!" I didn't have to say, "buck up" for him to know that I wasn't going to baby him today because of a zit. Oh, brother. From the way he was acting, you would think he looked like this:Well, all I can say is "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree..." (See this post about when his daddy was sick). I guess the whole "men are babies" when they are sick, starts at a very young age.
What do you think?