I’m trying to quarantine him, but as the littlest is now equipped with her own superpower: the ability to open doors, this isn’t going well.
My wife, in Paris for a long weekend with her sister, has informed me I’m to stuff him chock-full of garlic and keep him warm. Will do, boss-woman. I did manage to sneak a few cloves into his eggs this morning.
I did have plans to have a drink tonight and watch DVDs of The West Wing, but if the boy looks like he’s not going to sleep I’ll have to delay my Bartlett fix. :o(
Ah, the toils of parenting…