The other day, My Big Guy had a blue popsicle (when he gets an owie, he usually gets a popsicle to "make it feel better", it's amazing how quickly he starts pretend falling off the couch and needing one), and then passed out on the couch watching Fireman Sam.
I came down after putting My Little Guy down for his nap to check on My Big Guy.
Dude.
I cannot describe the heart-stopping terror of seeing your child passed out with blue lips on the couch.
I nearly had a heart attack and was just about to start screaming and shaking him when I saw the popsicle wrapper and remembered he had requested a blue one.
After that trauma I needed a popsicle to feel better myself. And a shot. And a nap. Oy.
PS - Go Bears! Suck it Green Bay.
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