Who cares about daddy?

I was not feeling well this morning, and Sara graciously got up with kids to let me sleep a little longer. At one point she came in, Caimon in tow, to check on me. They had this conversation...

Sara: Daddy doesn't feel good.

Caimon: Oh, no! What are we going to do?

Sara: I don't know. What should we do?

Caimon: Mommy, will you play puppies with me?

Then they left. It's okay, I survived.