Poor Baby

Sweet Henry is sick. We went to the doctor today and he officially has his first ear infection and first sinus infection. With a nasty cough to boot. So he is now on antibiotics for the first time in his life. Making it nineteen months before the first antibiotic required sickness is pretty impressive if I do say so myself.

After the doctor we went to Chic-fil-a for breakfast, where he ate three entire ketchup packets, using his hash brown bite as a spoon. Can I count that as a vegetable for the day?

Next we went to pick up his prescription, where he finally was willing to taste a sucker, and not act like I was coming at him with a deadly weapon. It was instant love. Getting him in the car seat without taking it out of his mouth was a challenge, but we got it done.

Henry: "I don't feel good, woman. If I want to eat ketchup packets for lunch and become irrationally attached to a sucker, that's my prerogative."

Mama: "There is a song called My Prerogative! I used to..."

Henry: "Mama, I cannot tell you how much I do not care."

Mama: " Oh, FINE. I will tell you about it when you feel better."