Master Manipulator

The littlest keeps us on our toes. Take tonight, for instance. About an hour after he went to bed, we heard a really strange coughing fit from his room. Instantly, our thoughts went to the poor guy possibly contracting whatever crud has invaded the big people around here, so we went running.

But no, he isn't sick. He just knew the best way to get us to come fast. Play sick.

Boy, you got to knock that nonsense off...and no, saying, "I so sorry." when we get there doesn't help.