liam went to bed with a fever last night. i feared it was either the stomach flu (it’s cycling through the neighbor kids) or his molars breaking through a bit. must’ve been the molars, because this morning, he’s back to normal.
how can i tell – a normal temperature? return of his appetite? yes and no. after a listless evening, he awoke to tell me over breakfast, “i’m going to fart outside. i could fart on the tree. i could fart on the front porch. no, i will fart on the pickup truck.”
bathroom humor. the true indicator around here. sigh.
(okay, who am i kidding. i laughed out loud. c’mon, it’s funny!)