unhappy birthday boy.

Little dude turned seven today.

While some fun was had, his day was mostly gatecrashed by negativity. Someone let him down in a huge way, and he broke out in a rash which turns out to be Hand Foot And Mouth Disease, which he was exposed to courtesy of a family member a week ago.

My poor darling felt rotten, and had a mostly rotten day. As a child, a ruined birthday is the worst feeling they can imagine until next week when their imaginationruns off and thinks of revolting things.
As a mother, I had to fight back my own tears and anger, because we have been through hell and high water, but not much has come close to how shattered I was seeing little dude so miserable on his special day.