The girls had their big sister class today. They now know everything about being a big sister, so we're good to go. Ha ha!
This little boy came into the class talking like a 40 year old in a 4 year old's body, and he said something about chemo. When his mom came in behind him, I said, "I hope I've misunderstood, but did your little boy just say he has chemo every day?" "Yes," she replied, "He has leukemia."
Suddenly the sniffles and coughs we've been dealing with seemed very very small and manageable.
Charlie's in the second of a three-year treatment, though, and his prognosis is very good.
And he's very excited to be a big brother.
Is somebody cutting onions in here? Sheesh... *sniff*