Sicked and ficked

(When I was younger, my mom used to say this when we were not feeling well. It made me smile just

to type it. Did I spell it right Mom? I've never thought about how in the world you would spell that.)

(Update: My mom reminded me of the story behind the name of this post. When my oldest
brother was really little and would say his prayers, he would say, "Pwease bwess the sicked
and ficked." So apparently that has been a part of our family for more than 40 years and
I can never hear the phrase "sick and afflicted" without smiling at our family's version.)

Our Nate isn't feeling so hot. He isn't terribly sick at this point, just a bit coughy and

stuffy. Just enough to cause his whineyness to be pretty constant. Fun times for sure.

So about an hour before his normal nap, when nothing was right in the world and everything

was wrong (at least to a certain two-year old), I told him it was time for a nap. He looked

at me like I must be kidding and started to object, but then kind of lost the energy to protest.

I gathered him up and took him downstairs to his bed. I laid him down, handed

 him his favorite blanket and a loved-stuffed animal and told him to sleep well. 

He rolled over, hugged his blanket and little puppy and whispered,

"Oh sank you Mommy. Sank you so much."