We are all sick with a cold, the whole little family. My baby son is full of such an amount of the yucky stuff, you can't believe it can fit into his cute little 19 month old head. So this morning, trying to have a peaceful breakfast ...son is running from his daddy, who's chasing him with a roll of toilet paper to clean up his nose, while big-sister sings a sweet little song for him that goes something like this: "You are a little stinker, you have a snotty nose. Nobody cares about you anymore ...when you cry." Ok, so not peaceful or sweet, but it made me laugh.