Growing up, my mom always had “the sick couch.” It was the greatest place to recover when you were sick. I have discovered this week that Barrett takes after his mama in that sense.
Noah turns into a complete baby when he’s sick… super clingy, sucks his thumb, sleeps a TON, wants to be held and rocked, and whines all day long. He’s miserable. Barrett, on the other hand, turns into a big kid who needs a sick couch. He lies on the couch, snuggles up with his blankets and his giraffe, and watches tv. He would stay there all day long if I would let him.
Yet another thing to add to the “Ways The Bonham Twins Are Polar Opposites” list.