Give that Man a Medal

Curtis rocks. He's my hero. Why?

Because Curtis got up at 3 a.m. to watch the sick toddler who refused to go back to bed after I'd spent an hour cleaning him, his bed, and his bear, comforting him, and reading him a story.

Because Curtis cleaned vomit from the carpet, not once, but twice while I re-cleaned the aforementioned toddler.

And all that without even being asked.