somewhere in my youth or childhood...

I'm sick, Max is sick, and now Quinn is sick (and I'm guessing that Zach is beginning to feel it too, although he won't admit to it).

Just yesterday I was lamenting on facebook about how I wished Quinn was just a little bit sicker so that he would want to take a nap. They're both sleeping now (at 12:50 in the afternoon), and I'm only feeling a little bit guilty for wishing sickness on my child.

Now I'm going to go blow my nose and then climb back in bed with them. And start wishing for health.

p.s. Quinn refers to Gatorade as "gaterater," and Max just calls it "awigator" (for those not fluent in baby talk, that translates as "alligator").