Nashi brings something home from preschool and it spreads.

Nashi gives it to me, then Mama, and now Papaya is starting to sniffle. It’s not terrible this time around but just how frequent will this pattern be? Something did come of it, however. While sleeping next to sick Nashi, he woke up at 3:30am and started whispering to me:

Nashi: “I love you papa.”

Me: “I love you too.”

Nashi: “You want to protect me, right?”

Me: “I will always protect you, Nashi.”

Nashi: “Can I have a sip of water?”

I carry him to the kitchen and give him a sip.

Nashi: “Thanks papa.”

Then he fell back asleep. I was going to explain that the best way to protect him is actually to teach him how to be smart and protect himself, but by then I HAD MELTED INTO A PUDDLE OF GOO.