It's about 10 minutes after I made my hypothesis about Jerry being sick. He's passed out on the couch now. This is a boy who need not nap. Ever. In fact we try our darndest not to let him because if he naps he doesn't go to bed until 11pm. His poor little body is hurting. Now will be the time to consider medication, which I don't like to give him other than at night. Today he might need it.
I'm sad: it sucks to be sick.
I'm in for the long haul: sick means less sleep at night for parents.
I feel guilty: I'm going to knit, and I'm excited about that.
Poor guy: he's over there on the couch sleeping and moaning.
And he's so cute: it wasn't long ago that he was making silly faces in the mirror with his new hat and scarf.