Luke woke up this morning very unhappy. First he was sad because Alex (?) had given him his dinosaur jammies and he didn't like them. Then he was sad because people kept telling him that he was going to be a daddy when he was grown up, but you change into a daddy as you are growing up. Then he was upset because the melty-bead circle he had made and left on the floor had lost a bead. Then he wanted to wear "firework pants" that don't actually exist.
I looked at Michael. "I think he's sick." So I asked him if his throat hurt. He thought it did. Michael felt his lymph nodes. They were swollen.
I gave him a motrin, and he's now playing happily and not complaining so much. I think there is another prescription for antibiotics in our future...
I looked at Michael. "I think he's sick." So I asked him if his throat hurt. He thought it did. Michael felt his lymph nodes. They were swollen.
I gave him a motrin, and he's now playing happily and not complaining so much. I think there is another prescription for antibiotics in our future...
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