I babied you while you were sick. I held you. Rocked you. Sang to you. I gave you all the TLC you needed and more. What do you do when mommy's sick? You're pulling out all the vents, you're jumping on the couch, pouring your milk on the floor. I can see you conspiring in the corner to kick me while I'm down.
This hurts, kids. Really, it does.
