Today has been a sick day around here. Or at least it was for Wyatt, who was sitting on the couch at 0530 puking this morning (not on the couch, thank heavens; I gave him a bowl). So, while I ran around taking care of him and trying to keep the baby from catching whatever it is, he spent most of his time watching tv. For Wyatt, this was a pretty nice arrangement. He just looked up at me, smiled, and said, "I get sick so I can watch tv, Mama!" Uh, huh, I'm on to him now.