Grace at the doctor yesterday while we waited to be seen – Whit was quickly diagnosed with strep. Poor boy felt like hell yesterday but seems to have perked up this morning (and by morning I mean 2am, 3am, 4am, when he was far too perky and far too present by my bed for my taste). This morning he told me that you get sick when you eat too many of your own boogers. He went on to say that this was hard because “I really really like to eat my boogers!”
Awesome.
