Thanks to everyone who left a comment during the 'Tis More Blessed giveaway. Helena is the lucky winner! There will be two more chances in December to win, so be sure to stop by this Friday for another opportunity.
Now for the story.
My nine-year-old son, Bubba, hasn't been feeling well. He wanted me to take his temperature.
"Sorry, Bubba," I said. "All the thermometers in the house are broken." I felt his forehead. "You feel okay. Maybe it's just a cold."
"No, Mama. I have a fever." He stuck his finger in his mouth.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He held up his other finger, indicating that I should wait. When he was done, he pulled out his finger and looked at it. "Just what I thought. 99.9 degrees. I have a fever."
"A finger thermometer?"
He nodded. "Yep. They're the best kind!"