This week we have been struck down with our first childhood illness, Chicken Pox. Poor O has been feeling pretty rubbish but is just starting to pick up. After days of having virtually no appetite, he’s getting his hunger back and asked for cheese for lunch.
Silly me tried to cut it into strips and turned around to find he’d rummaged in the kitchen cupboards to pull out the grater, “No Mummy, use this!” Whatever keeps a poorly boy happy!
Aww bless him, I hope he gets better very soon xx I am dreading the pox!
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I was dreading it too! It’s been horrible seeing him so uncomfortable but all the cuddles have been lovely!