Mommy's Side of the Bed: A Bedtime Story.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Trevor, who preferred to be called Captain Hook, Buzz Lightyear or Robin Hood--depending on the hour. But that's another story....

This Trevor was an imaginative one. He was agile and fun-loving, yet serious and thoughtful, sweet and sensitive, and pretty much gorgeous as far as imaginative little boys go. But one night he became ill. "Ill" because ill sounds better than "sick". Besides, "sick" is the new "cool", dontcha know? , but that's another story...

To recap, we now have a gorgeous, imaginative, ill boy--who makes his first trek to Mommy's Side of the Bed around 2am. Yikes, he's warm, Mommy thought. 101.9, she discovered.

(In a whisper) "Trev, I'm gonna go get you some medicine to help your fever, I'll be right back."

(In a whisper, too) "Mom, do you want me to stay here and save your spot while you're gone?"

(Smiles) "Yes, baby, you keep it warm for me."

Man, he is too cute...where's that new bottle of Ibuprofen I just bought?.... she thought, as she stumbled and fumbled through various medicine cabinets until she found the jackpot. She then realized that a cracker and a little cup of milk would help so his tummy won't hurt as that Ibuprofen goes down.

(Later, back on Mommy's Side of the Bed--Trev is found munching a cracker, flashing a smile in between bites) He is still such a lovey, even when he's ill..."Okay, let's get you back in your cozy bed."

"Okay."

(Later that night--on Mommy's Side of the Bed) "Mommy, I'm all sweaty, can you help me change my clothes?"

(still whispering) "Oh, that's good. That means your fever is going away....let's go change you."

(Even later that night--you-know-where) "Mommy, I need a box of tissue next to my bed."

Epilogue

Mommy did not make her 6:30 am jaunt to the gym, as scheduled. Daddy let her sleep in and fed their other children, (for Trevor is one of four, you know). She decided to plan on a date with the treadmill later that evening.

Trevor did not sleep in, as Mommy had hoped. Yet he woke with nary a fever, though still conjested. She found him wrapped up on the couch, with Woody tucked in by his side, watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

He missed preschool that day, but still managed to fit in some imaginative sword-fighting.