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I will miss the smell of my baby’s head. He’s hot as 100, asleep in the crook of my arm. I’m pretty sure it’s the flu everyone’s in a panic about. John’s had it for a good four days, and I have the sense I’m just waiting my turn (that’s the farmer’s pessimism in my bones talking), glad at least I’m well enough to take care while John’s so ill. And I hate for G to be sick like this, but I’m grateful for this chance to hold my forty pound electric blanket of a baby while he sleeps. I type with one hand, just as I’ve done so many times nursing the boys. From the next room I hear John and Jonah watching the Hulk, Thor, Iron Man, Captain America, Hawkeye and Black Widow fight the forces of evil. The roar of it vibrates the couch.
His hair smells…
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