Wild Thing

James and all his croonies have been snot faucets this past week but I think James wins for the most dramatic display of illness. He spent this morning in emergency being nebulized and watching Pingu. There are worse ways to spend a morning I guess. Then there was talk of admitting him overnight and let me tell you, there are very few worse ways to spend the rest of the day and night. His vitals weren’t making random machines beep or anything so I requested that I take him home to nap and bring him back later. They said, “Please don’t go! We’ll eat you up we love you so!” And James said NO. So they let us go. But I have a terrible feeling I’ll be eating custard out of a styrofoam bowl for dinner this evening.