Yesterday I came downstairs to find my wife lying on the bed covered head-to-toe with pillows. “I have the croup,” she said.
I was shocked. She’d been a bit under the weather with a cold last week, but I thought she had been on the mend. Before I had a chance to say anything, our daughter, age 4, walked in with another round of treatment.
My worst fears were assuaged. I realized that my wife would be completely recovered within a matter of minutes.