<p style="text-align: left;">All last week I was crazy sick with strep throat.  I am not sure if it came from Tyler (he had it two weeks before I got it - wouldn't I have gotten it sooner if it was from him?), or from our time in the petri dish called "One Stop Fun" (we were there the day before I started to feel sick).  Either way, I was really sick.  The first day, Ty didn't quite get it, and I had to keep telling him "I'm sorry, sweetie, mommy's too sick to play right now".  But after that he seemed to understand and really tried to help me feel better.</p>

<p style="text-align: left;">One day he grabbed my leg as I was walking into the kitchen, gave it a big squeeze, and asked "mommy, did that hug make you feel better?  a lot much better?".  A few days later, I was starting to feel a little bit better.  Ty was eating crackers and kept trying to give me one.  I kept telling him no thank you and finally he said, in a pleading voice, "please eat one mommy, it will make you feel a lot much better!".  How could I say no to that? :)</p>