It took just a few seconds after waking up this morning to realize that the vague throat tickle I've been insisting for days is "just allergies" is...not, after all, but the inevitable great unfairness that is a Spring Cold.
I caught it from Ike, because he insists on a lot of kisses, but instead of puckering up he sticks his bottom lip out really far and kind of licks your mouth with it.
It's less gross than it sounds. But it is quite efficient at infecting you with whatever low level pestilence he's got going on.
As usual, he's already over it. Which is good, since he clearly is a very busy individual with important places to be today.
I reminded him that he doesn't eat lunch at school* but was informed that this isn't a lunchbox, it's his Work Box, like Daddy's.
*I pick him up at noon, then bring him home for a lovingly prepared lunch that he never, ever eats. They serve morning snack at his school all-you-can-eat buffet style, and Ike** basically shuts it down every day.
**I'd say that's why my 2-year-old only weighs six pounds less than my 5-year-old, but the 5-year-old eats just as much, if not more. He's just hollow and made of bird bones.
Anyway, upon closer inspection it turned out Ike's Work was a crayon, a necklace and a couple of Thomas trains. A busy and important day ahead of him, indeed.
I Don't Know How He Does It, toddler edition.
And lastly, obligatory Instagram re-post, because IMPORTANT: