As I crouched over the toilet, Monkey kept saying, "You shrow up, Mommy? You shrow up?" I grunted an affirmation. Next I know, he has toddled off and brought back Minnie and Lovie. "Here go, Mommy. Minnie make you feel better." This was the Holy Grail of kindness--anyone spending any time at all with my Monkey knows that these are his most prized possessions. The boundless sweetness was not lost on my limp, listless body in the throes of nausea.
I was still proud of his sharing, even when 4 minutes later he came and reclaimed Minnie and Lovie. He needed them. Mommy had better recover fast.