Hugging my sick boy, I said he would feel better after a good night of rest and that his medicine was working on fighting his germs and telling them to get out. Can you imagine what that little four year old said to me?
“Sort of like the people in Libya fought Gadhafi and told him to get out? So I can say get out Gadhafi germs?”
Separately, I almost cried when I saw that next week is the last episode of Downton Abbey. I’ll be so sad to see it go. Aren’t you loving it? And aren’t you loving this post? Gadhafi and Downton Abbey all in one.