A restaurant here called The Rock, the nice server gave Ethan a ball of pizaa dough to play with. That could be protocol, I don't know. He wanted a chese pizza until 3 went through the menu and I got to the PB&J pizza. Nothing swayed him...and it came out....in the shape of a heart.
The poor kid has been diagnosed with pneumonia and strep throat on two different days this week. This was after being called by his school running a fever of 102.2 and by the time we got to the doc it was 103.4. They sent us for a chest xray and antibiotics. A few hours later, got a call saying it was pneumonia. This was Tuesday. Wednesday night, he started complaining of his throat hurting. He had many red bumps back there and his fever wouldn't break still. Back to the doc Thursday morning, a rapid strep test came back positive. I found him sleeping under my side table in my bedroom this morning after it was really really quiet for awhile.
As my mom said, if it weren't for bad luck, we wouldn't have any at all.
It was too funny. And he's sleeping in a pull-up because his room is so hot. He almost doesn't need them anymore (knock on wood).
With a fever but we needed things like meds and a frosty
Ethan hacked and coughed all night long and neither of us got much sleep last night. So when he came up to me this morning with this, I couldn't help but laugh.
Getting the oil changed...