Nicholas spent an awful lot of time in the bathroom tonight….he said his tummy hurt and he had “the runs”. So I went on with making dinner. After awhile I hear that urgent but whiny “mommmmmyyyyyy” coming from the bathroom. I run over, thinking that he really had something terrible going on.
I open the door to peek in and see him sitting there, on the toilet, head propped on his fists and elbows on his knees, peering up at me over his glasses. I say ‘are you ok, baby?’. And he says, with a sly little grin…….
“I need a book.”