Jamie woke up in the middle of the night not feeling well. By not feeling well I mean that he was a bit feverish and sobbing hoarsely for quite a bit and wouldn't even nurse. So, I made the decision to stay home with him today. He seems to be feeling better now though, as is evidenced by the following conversation between my husband and myself:
me: your son is evil
me: he hits me and then laughs when i say 'ow'
B: i mean....I'm sorry, I'll have a talk with him tonight.
Granted, he is only six months old now...but still. What if he ends up being that mean little kid that pulls the wings off of bugs? Yikes.