When Mom's Sick

We get bored...

I almost caught Sam before he tried to drink the rest of the prune juice, but he spilled it on the carpet.

Then I almost caught Paddy & Isaac before they squeezed my (blue, gritty) face scrub into the vent.

Then, I almost caught Sam before he pulled the papers from the computer desk and threw them everywhere.

Luckily, I turned around while I was cleaning up the papers and saw Sam. He was suspended in the gap between the couch and half-wall, one arm on each, with a bright yellow smiley sticker on his forehead, babbling what could only be, "Mom, I can't quite reach kitty's food? Mom?" He fell into my arms. (and where do I put the couch now?)

Good thing I'm feeling better now, huh?