Dude, where's my Kleenex?

I have been sick.

I was so sick that I knocked back Nyquil -- the not-cherry-kind -- without flinching. I was so sick that I watched both "Transformers" and "The Sixth Sense" and never jumped, not once.

I was so sick that my children did their schoolwork and chores without complaint or reminder, then chose some Ancient Civilizations videos to round out their day. They did not bicker. They created a card, a Ewoks note and a new Scump the Dog story to brighten my sick bed. They brought in a crate of books, stuffies and Cars figures to keep me busy. And my water glass never went dry.

Have I mentioned lately that I have the finest three children a Mama could want?