At the market this morning, he toppled over two large watermelons from their pile and they cracked open on the floor when they landed. While "helping" load food onto the conveyer belt to check out, he dropped a cottage cheese container and it popped open with a splat as it hit the floor at the feet of an employee who so graciously picked it up and offered to get a replacement. Then while loading the car he knocked into the bag with the eggs in it, and it dropped from it's perch on top of the other bags, thankfully none were broken. At a later appointment in an office building on official grown up business with Mommy and Daddy, he shot phlegm all over the conference table right in front of us as he was being held on my lap in hopes of keeping him contained. Can't keep him bottled up, no sir. At another store, we were in close proximity to another family and he sneezed all over my arm and the back of a poor little girl who looked up at her mother, "Mommy. He sneezed all over my back." She said it super quietly and it sounded like she was in shock. I felt terrible and apologized profusely. She offered her daughter some Purel. At the start of the day, he looked like any other energetic little boy, ready to face the day. At the end of the day, his eyes were tired and red. The front of his shirt that was white to start with is an unsightly gray with weird and unholy greenish tinges all down the front. Glittery bits of sand cling to every last inch of his sweaty little body.
We've walked all over town today and I hope he gets his rest... because tomorrow it all begins again.
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