Visions of Sugarplums?


Big, bleary, utterly sincere eyes stared into mine and a damp little hand touched my cheek.  “Mommy, I love you so much that if someone baked you in a cake with extra frosting, I wouldn’t eat it.  Not one little bit.”

 “Thank you, love . . . Lie back down and I’m going to get the thermometer and some more cough medicine, okay?”

 “Okay, Mommy.”

But I went for my notebook first.