Stephen is sick. I personally suspect man-flu, but who knows? It's difficult to tell with boys.
Kallie is going over today to take care of him. (Aw, how sweet!) I questioned the necessity of this, especially as she could be spending the day with me doing nothing.
"I have to go," Kal explained. "Do you know what that boy eats when he's sick?"
"Not the best choice for a full recovery," I commented.
"It get's worse. He also has nuttelex on bread!"
"That's not that bad," I said.
"Did I say nuttelex? I meant nutella."