i know this little boy,

he's cute.

but not that cute.

this little ball of semi-cuteness is named Noah,
& he is a 3-year-old in one of my swimming classes.

Everyday Noah gets dropped off by his mommy
& he sobs until he gets picked up again.
yes ladies & gents, we have ourselves a crier.

as he sobs, Noah tends to stuff both fists into his slobber mouth.
he also likes to hold my hand.

see the problem here?

i am sick.
i blame Noah.



i left work early yesterday & haven't left my bed since...
mazeltov. ugh.