The day before yesterday, Franklin took my head in his hands and said,

"I LUUUUV you, Mommy! Train Kiss!"

Then he planted a big sloppy, snotty, wet kiss on my mouth and rubbed his nose back and forth on mine.

Today the inside of my throat feels like I've run a wire brush up and down it all night, my eyes are running, my head is pounding and my body is leaking snot from everywhere - everywhere.
I'm wiping my nose with my hand and then mopping the gathered mucus onto my jeans - that's how much I just don't care anymore.

On one hand, I appreciate knowing what exactly Franklin is going through.

On the other hand, I'm sick.