Bill, Quinn, and I have all had a doozy of a cold this week. It's one of those really ugly colds where someone doesn't even have to hear you cough or sniffle to say, "oh...you're sick". Parker, however, would disagree. How could we be sick? We are still working, still making dinner, still walking around. In his eyes, this means you are perfectly healthy. I keep arguing with him that I really am sick, but to no avail. I don't know why it's important to me that he knows I'm sick. So no sympathy from my kids....I must continue on!