Nathan (plopping down tired in a chair after helping us pick up his toys): "Phew Mama, this is the life!" (glad to know you like chores Bubba, will remember that the next time you complain).
Nathan (looking around our 108 year old house): "Our house is pretty rustic. It's kind of cricket (I can only assume he meant crickety) and falling apart."
I have no idea where he gets word like "rustic" and "absurd" but I'm thankful for his funny observations! Tonight we have planned a pajama party where we'll play games and watch movies and eat popcorn. He's deeply disappointed we had to miss dinner with the Trailerhood because of his sickness. He's on the mend now, but still not 100%. He's been napping and coughing and his fever continues to creep up. I've been giving him motrin and cough syrup and schmearing Vicks on his chest. And of course, snuggling him every spare second of every day. He hates the Vicks and insists it's "so so so so stinky". But my Nany always used it when I was sick and I think it helps, so I told him to "cowboy up". He finally admitted it makes it easier for him to breathe.