“we” have a cold here.
and when B has a cold, we talk collectively, 
because it is an all-inclusive event.
everyone is up all night,
everyone feels sad and crappy,
and everyone wakes up hoarse and raspy.
…and apparently with a tape worm. 
he refuses to stop eating.
so i will let him.
he refuses to let me put him down,
so i will hold him.
he wont let me out of his sight
so i’ll be right here.
if only we could saddle up with some ramen and princess bride it would all be better…
or take a nap, like at any time…. 
you are welcome to, no one would mind…
it could be a long day…