Is there joy to be found when scaling the abyss of the ICK? Dear reader, I can tell you positively, yes.
Today my Whirling Dervish proved that I could smile in the midst of feeling the worst I've felt since the first trimester of each of my pregnancies. (And don't get any ideas, I am quite content with the three chickadees I have.) I am sure it's just a stomach flu.
He serenaded me with three, count 'em three, verses of "Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star" complete with hand motions and fancy footwork. What a sweet little guy.
If only I'd been coherent enough to catch it on video.