Last Friday night Finley insisted on 'checking out daddy'. He may have been overly full due to the delicious cheese ravioli I had just made for dinner and he was not moving on the couch. Finley said to me, "momma, I think daddy is sick." I said, "Hmmm,, ya think so?" Well a few minutes later I came around the corner to this...
She was carefully checking his temperature...
His feet and knees...
and his heart rate.
Such fun moments in the Morris house. be.still.my.heart. I love this kid.
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