Last night, before I went to bed, I had a slight backache. I didn't think too much about it, but it hurt just a little throughout the night. When I woke up, it was killing me. I didn't know what was going on until Arden told me her back hurt too! I told Arden I put my shoes on the wrong foot, since I couldn't bend over and see my feet. She told me she had done the same thing--twice! I think it is a virus going around.
Well, backache virus or not, I had to go to the grocery since I had at least 10 to 15 people to feed tonight (which I do every night!). And I couldn't have done it without Boone. He pushed the cart (almost ran into a few things and people), threw the groceries on the checkout belt and even carried in most the groceries when we got home.
On the drive home, he said this:
Boone: "Mom, sons are supposed to protect their moms. They are supposed to help them."
Me: "Boone, that is so sweet. How did you know that?"
Boone: "Looove. . . and I'm smart."
