The End Of My Motherly Rope

Luke missed several days of school this week due to having strep throat. It goes without saying, but he and I spent A LOT of time together. Most Some of the time was great. We snuggled and read books, but there were a few moments I'd like to forget. 

Yesterday morning I was laying in bed reading a book. 

I know. I know. To a child, a mother sitting down to read a book by herself is the universal symbol for "What can I break, or set on fire?" Clearly, I wasn't thinking.

Luke casually walked into my bedroom and said, "I blew my nose just like you asked me to."

There was something in his voice that struck me as odd...