Paul is sick, 103 temp. I think I will find somewhere else to sleep tonight! Anyway, I guess he told Ethan he caught a "bug." Ethan kept saying, "Daddy got a fly in his stomach." Too cute. Later this evening I was letting him watch a show while I dozed on the couch. He asked me why I wasn't watching the show, "did you catch a fly too?" Crack me up.
Well I hope I don't catch the "fly." What could be more miserable than that, while pregnant? Ok, ok, many things I'm sure but I don't need to know what they are!!!
Good Night my friends. I'm exhausted!