Tanner is such a card. He came downstairs last night after bedtime to file a complaint about Brennan. "Brennan is tooting and making me awake. It's making me sick!" I think he means he was fed up with it, as Brennan was making underarm noises and wouldn't let Tanner sleep. And nobody requires more sleep than Tanner.
Tanner has been using this meaning of the work "sick" a lot lately. If he doesn't want to do something he says he's sick. If he's tired of being in the car, he thinks that means he's car-sick. Recently he's discovered that he can be church-sick, play-sick, and even home-sick. Yesterday during my sermon he groaned and told his mother he was preach-sick. There's a lot of that going around.
Yet Tanner, even when in a complaining mood, is still a sweet little boy. Here's a recent picture of him hugging his baby brother Graham.
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