warning: this is pretty gross.

We've all been sick for awhile now here at the Reif household. Ben got the sniffles, I got a sore throat, Chris got a cough... And we'd all fade in and out of sickness, but nothing too bad.

This morning, though, I woke up with swollen glands and a sore throat. I was achy all over - I swear even my eyeballs hurt. So I found a doctor in South Philly who was willing to see me - I just had to wait for them to call back and let me know what time to come in.

While I was waiting for the callback from the doc I fed Ben his breakfast. I swear we've been keeping Puffs Plus in business lately because I feel like every two minutes I'm wiping Ben's nose. I had to clean his face here and there while he ate his breakfast, but nothing too extreme. When I had my back turned, however, he sneezed. When I turned around to see what the damage was, I almost cried/puked/died laughing all at the same time.


I mean, that's a lot of boogers. I called for Chris and made him come in and take a picture, and Ben (as usual) obliged. So cooperative, sometimes.

Perhaps you think I'm a cruel parent for capturing this on film. If so, forgive me. Once in awhile the Man Upstairs will throw me a bone - something to make me laugh so hard when I'm in the middle of taking myself too seriously. This was one of those times. I just had to document it. That, and to bring this picture out and embarrass Ben in front of his future girlfriends someday.