football came home from school today with a sore throat. when artist heard that football had a sore throat, his eyes got really big.
'really?' he said.
'yep.' i reply.
'is he in the hospital?' he asked.
'noooo... why?' i say.
'i think if he has swords in his throat, you should take him to the hospital, mom.'
true. if a child of mine has swords in his throat, i will be taking them to hospital. good advice, son. :)