Yet another day with a sick kid. We've had tons of evening events lately, and have signed over more than a typical amount of our income to babysitters. I decided to take Teddy to the office with me; he's grown to a more manageable age (3.75), and DVDs and some markers and some office toys kept him busy. I have the privilege of working on the 26th floor, and Teddy asked to look out the window. When I picked him up, he looked down at a plaza a half-block away and said "Wow! People are bugs."P.S. When I told my friend Ginger that I knew Teddy was sick when he threw up in our priest's garbage can, she encouraged me to blog about that. I can't think of more to say about it, but what more does one need to say after vomit in a clergy garbage can?
