Last night G woke up with a spot of the croup and some pretty serious wheezing. So of course we brought him into the bathroom and we were asking him about how he felt and after a bit he said, “Mom, we can pray!”. Then after the steam I took him out to the garage for the cold treatment and he saw his fishing pole there and said, “There’s my fishing pole! We should go fishing.” I said it was probably too cold to go fishing so he said, “But later on we can? When the snow goes away?” “Yup!”

What a character.