Reese is sick, yet again. I will spare you the details, but it is the same old crud. I have made him an appointment to go to Montgomery Otolaryngology tomorrow, to see if we can get some answers on all of this sickness.
Anyway, after being at the doctor's office all yesterday afternoon, Reese missed his nap. When it was getting close to bed time last night I gave him his 4 medications. Brent and I have learned that it is better to let him stay up a little bit to digest the medicine rather than sending him right to bed. Because he wasn't feeling good, I decided to rock him. Another reason I knew he wasn't feeling good, was that he actually let me rock him.
I got all comfortable in my glider rocker that I used to rock the boys in when they were babies. Oh, how I would sing to them numerous songs off the top of my head. It was time with them that I will always treasure.
So, I start with a song......"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine......you make me happy, when skys are gray........you'll never....
Reese then interrupts me, "Mommy, what would happen if you ripped out your eyes and through them in a fire?"
"I don't know Reese, I guess that would hurt and you couldn't see anymore."
Was he trying to tell me that my singing made him want to rip out his eyes?
Sidenote: He did drift off to sleep and I enjoyed my moment anyway. Comment and all.