Hunter got sick Friday.

We were driving to my grandmother's house for the weekend. Just as we got to the bottom of the mountain (another 45 minutes away from Grandma's), Hunter started whimpering and soon thereafter evacuated from both ends.

As Shawn did his best to get us somewhere to clean him up, I grabbed a bunch of the ubiquitous fast food paper napkins and started trying to wipe down his shirt, the seat belt, the car seat, etc.

After a brief moment of watching me work on him, Hunter -- who, let it be remembered, has just thrown up all over himself -- plucked one of the napkins out of my hand and began rubbing at his shirt.

"I'm helping!" he declared.

Yes, I do think we have an amazing child.