These last couple of days have been "sick" days for mama at the house. Jack is getting old enough to kinda grasp the concept that I don't feel good and notices a difference. I have been saying "ouch" a lot and just this afternoon was telling him that I had an owie and that I hurt really bad. Jack responded by running into the bathroom and bringing me the box of Band Aids. If only life could be as simple and solutions as easy as from a child's point of view. Such innocence I love it, if only a cool band aid could fix all our ailments life would be cake.
