Ethan:
"Is everything alright?" Ethan asks your son as he walks into his room. Your son is laying on the floor holding onto his stuffed animal.
"I don't feel good daddy," your three year old son mumbles.
"Well let's start with laying in bed and not on the floor," Ethan says and picks him up off the floor and places him in his bed. "I'll go get you some medicine now," Ethan says softly.
"Thank you daddy," your son says, smiling lightly.
Grayson:
Your daughters hair falls into her face as she gets sick. Grayson is right behind her in an instant, holding back her hair. "It's alright sweetie," he whispered over and over trying to calm her down. He grabs a wash cloth and dampens it, washing her face.
"Brush your teeth sweetie as I get you some medicine," he says softly after he finishes washing her face.
"Okay," she says and walks over to the sink to brush her teeth.
