The sweetest thing

First off: Though they're both now toddlers (and have been for quite some time), I think I'll still refer to #2 as the baby. It's just easier that way.

And now the story:

So the baby has been sick since Friday -- fevers, congestion, difficulty breathing that seemed to get worse each day. It scared me to put her to bed at night in case her breathing got worse or (heaven forbid) just flat out stopped. (Morbid, I know, but it happens and there's no reason our family should be exempt from random tragedy. Ugh. I need to stop there. Too upsetting.) Anyway! This is extraneous information. Before you all get too concerned, she's turned the corner; she went all day today without a fever, and while her cough sounds nastier, her breathing overall sounds better. So no worries. She's fine.

DH brought home a humidifier for her room today. The girls ran to the door, chanting, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" when they heard his car pull into the garage after work (seriously, he's like a rock star to those kids). The toddler saw that he had a big box tucked under his arm and got even more excited.

"Daddy, is that a present?" she asked.

"Not really," he said. "It's a humidifier for the baby."

The toddler gasped. With a mixture of panic and that bossiness that comes so naturally to her, she said, "Do not touch my sister with that fire! It's dangerous; she'll get burned!"

DH began a simple explanation of humidifiers, but I didn't pay much attention after that. I was too busy basking in the warm and fuzzy glow of my toddler protecting her little sister. I don't know about you, but her misguided indignation is the sweetest thing I've heard in a long time.


~RCH~