The other night, as I was drifting off to sleep, I kept hearing Asher cough. I’d almost be asleep & he’d cough again, so I decided to get him some medicine.
I crept into his room & he sat bolt upright & demanded, “What are you doing in here?”
I told him I was there to give him some medicine for his cough, and he noisily slurped it up.
After I left his room & was rinsing off the spoon, I heard a little voice say, “Thanks for the medicine!”
It sure is nice to be appreciated every now & then.