It’s been quite the week at our house.
It all started with a Piggy Bank and a Polar Bear.
Our family had just finished dinner on Tuesday night … it was a typical three-child dinner. Lincoln was screaming in his high chair, Brad and I were trying to wolf down our food while Emmett and Fletcher were putting pieces of hot dog in their mouth, chewing them up, and taking turns trying to spit them across the floor.
I finally had enough and sent them to their rooms for some quiet “unwind” time so we could clean up the kitchen. And the random pieces of chewed-up hot dog that was now littering the floor.
About three minutes later I heard Fletcher cough. And not his normal cough. I can’t even describe it. But it was a different cough.