I am grateful for compliments.

Last night I climbed into bed and discovered my little four year old, who had been sick all day, hidden under the covers.  I thought he was sleeping so I quietly moved toward him and gently kissed his forehead.  I quickly realized that his fever had returned, and it was raging.  As I laid there trying to figure out what to do to help him, I heard his weary little voice say, "Mom, you are so cute."

Ahhhh, that boy knows how to melt my heart, even when he is in a delusional state.