NO APOLOGIES

The flu.

Nothing worse than waking up with it in the middle of the night.

That's what happened to my 6-year-old son, Griffin, last night. I stayed up with him, and he continued to be sick until noon today. Poor guy. He kept asking when it would be over.

Finally, he's resting on the couch, catching up on some sleep.

Griffin is very sentimental, and melted my heart as I covered him up with a blanket.

He apologized.

"What for?," I asked.

"Keeping you up all night. I'm sorry about that."

I explained to Griff that parents are SUPPOSED to take care of their children, and he didn't owe me a thank-you for it. It's our job.

"But, you don't get paid for it," he said.

Not with money.