The puppy noise

In addition to me being in a constant state of queasiness, both of my boys are sick. Jorma has a nasty flu and Connor, who has had a flu shot, has a nasty case of 103 temperature and diarrhea. I am of course, not feeling so well myself so it's hard to take care of the two of them. Luckily, after years of being a bachleor Jorma is pretty self sufficent and although we both feel crappy, we can meet in the middle to make sure Connor has all of the TLC he needs.
I'm probably going to get the virus next. I just assume when Connor gets sick I'm going to get it, (although I usually don't) due to sloppy baby kisses and the fact that he likes to get right in my face before he sneezes.
Today, I was eating an apple and I let Connor has a few bites of it. I know it's silly and yes, boring to have to read about me glowing over the fact that my child took a bite from an apple but it was his first and I'm proud. He took several more bites, chewing each thoughtfully and then offered up the apple, using his puppy-noise, (ump? in a high pitched lilt with a questioning intonation), eyes wide waiting for me to take a bite. Although he had slobbered over almost the entire apple, I obligingly took a bite even though - one, it was kinda gross, and two he's sick and contagious at this time but I can't resist the puppy noise. I am weak when I hear the puppy noise.
When he brings me the 8th book in a row to read to him I am powerless to turn it away and read my People Magazine because he has made the puppy noise. He could get me to drink the Jonestown Kool-Aide with the puppy noise.
Hopefully I'll grow out of my puppy-noise weakness before he's able to drive, bum money from us, or decide that he needs $100.00 a pair designer jeans. If not... we are so screwed.