Sam, unfortunately has had the flu for the past couple of days. He's a hard guy to settle down even when he's sick so when he spent the day on the couch I knew he was really out of it. I checked his temperature by giving him a kiss on his forehead and told him this would help him get better soon. After about an hour I gave him another and told him, "It's been an hour, can't forget the kiss, this will really help you." Being so out of it, he didn't reply to my comment. I did this several more times throughout the day with still no reply from Sam, but that was o.k., I knew he wasn't feeling well at all. It's very rare for Sam to be so quiet! At one point I made him drink Gatorade because he hadn't eaten anything since early that morning and he didn't want to eat or drink. I didn't want him to get too dehydrated.
Evening had come, Steve was home and everyone (except Sam) had just finished dinner and "retired" to the livingroom. I soon hear this little voice calling me. It was Sam. Did he want dinner? A drink? No, he wanted me to know it had been an hour now...........Yes, my eight year old wanted another kiss to help him get better. He really made my day : )