rashy
the heat is getting to us. paul scratches and scratches. we went for a walk. he scratched his wrist where i held it. before long, he had a bumpy rash beneath the slippery sweat.
but he doesn't seem to care. he just itches and scratches almost absentmindedly. he doesn't like hydrocortisone cream, though. prefers aquaphor.
i muttered to myself in irritation as i scratched my own arm. paul looked at me. "poor scratchy mommy," he said sadly.