Today Peter threw up while he was eating his breakfast (yuk). He's a little under the weather, quiet, and crabby. I was holding him on my lap after he threw up and snuggling with him while the kids watched a show. After a few minutes I told him I had to go clean up the dishes, and he could sit by himself on the couch. He did not like that one bit, and started to fuss. Right away, Lizzy said, "Come here, Peter. You can sit on my lap." He walked right over the the couch and climbed up on her lap. That made him feel better and he snuggled with her for a while. Thank goodness for hugs of comfort where ever they come from!
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