It’s Sunday, and my youngest has the flu.

I was startled awake this morning around 4 am, as he told me he was about to get sick and ‘hurry!’ That was nice. Poor guy, who by the way, isn’t the nicest of patients. I tried rubbing his back, and was told ‘Stop, Mom…I’m awfully tired, ya know.’ Alrighty.

Hoping to at least distract him from his belly ache, I asked him what I could get him to make him feel better, and he said, ‘A guitar?’

Ummmmmm…no.

I suggested maybe Santa could fill that request, so he rattled off some additional items on his Christmas list, clarifying, “I want the guitar used by Joe Jonas, and I would love to have his clothes and…hair. It’s not good being blonde.

Hope Santa makes wigs.

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