A prediction

I fear for the basketcase I'm going to be when my kids are sick someday. If my behavior as a wife is any indication, I'm going to hover and pat and coo and hover until they vomit on me on purpose just to get me to back off. The Mercifully Swift But Brutal Stomach Virus of 2012 came through our home this week, and it wasn't pretty - physically or emotionally. Because I had meetings and couldn't hover all day at Dave's bedside, I made him this card instead. So far he hasn't vomited on me.