Seems the only one to succumb to Sam's sore throat (so far, anyway) is...me.
So forgive me for not blogging, but instead taking three ibuprofen and slipping off to bed where I will pray fervently that Sam sleeps all night so his mama can, too. No need for us to commiserate in the wee hours, buddy. There will be plenty of time for that tomorrow.
It occurs to me that losing my voice now in the midst of the great climbing act the boys are perfecting could be pretty tricky. Guess I'll add one more prayer to my list tonight.
Peace out.
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