This morning, while I was buttoning his shorts, I gave Bennett a kiss on the cheek.
“Careful, Mama, I’m sensibiv.”
“You’re sensitive?”
“Yeah, I have a broken bone in my belly button.”
Jeffrey and I get fever blisters. We make every effort to make sure that Bennett doesn’t. Jeffrey is a little anxious about it, so of course, this has made Bennett anxious about it. Bennett had a “doggie box” from the restaurant in the fridge. He was hungry, and I was in the middle of something so I told him to ask Jeffrey to get his box for him.
The poor child was distressed. “But my box is going to have a fever blister!” Continue reading