Poor WeeBee sounds like a mini Darth Vader, and I sound like an escapee from a TB ward. Still, I doubt you want all the graphic details on our sniffles, so I'll move on. Suffice it to say that we both fell asleep on the couch this afternoon and Daddy got blackmail photos of Mommy asleep with her mouth hanging open and drooling. (I vehemently deny the drooling part.)
In mildly amusing WeeBee news, he has figured out that if something has steam coming from it, that means it is hot. During the last week or so he has been coming out with random observations and I have no idea how he figured these things out. Obviously I warn him if something like the oven or his oatmeal is hot, but I don't think I ever actually explained "See the steam? That means it's still hot." This evening I had a cup of tea on the counter, and he pointed up at it and started asking, "Hot? Hot?" He hadn't seen me pour the tea, and there were plenty of other things on the counter, so the only thing that could have possibly made it stand out was the steam. I was rather impressed. Then, the other week, we were at a coffee shop and he was fascinated by the glass pepper shaker, and somehow knew it was pepper. I mean, we have a pepper shaker at home as well, but ours isn't clear, so I wouldn't expect him to know what pepper actually looked like. Besides, while I cook with pepper all the time, it's not something I sprinkle directly on his food all that often. Of course, when I ask how he knows these things, he just giggles. Oh well...
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