Sick

My son has been sick for the last couple of days, and he's been hanging out in my room alternating between sleep, coughing fits, and cartoons. I wish that I could just be sick for him, just take it away and put it in me somehow. In the fashion of a sin-eater, but for me, a sick-eater. I think every mother probably must feel this way. And the dogs, sensing my and his discomfort, stand (well, lie) guard, waiting for it to pass.