welp

My five year old son is convinced that my seasonal allergies must be the virus. Tonight he asked me how I was feeling and if I was going to die. I simply answered that I wasn’t feeling well but I probably wasn’t going to die. He proceeded to comfort me by telling me not to worry, not if but when I did die, his dad’s girlfriend would be his mom. Well, I guess I’ll just go crawl in a hole and wait for this stuffy nose to kill me now. Thanks kid.