Crap. My mom must have given him her bronchitis cooties, because little guy has a fever, and he's utterly miserable. Crap crap crappity crap... At least he's already set to see the pediatrician tomorrow.
He was shrieking and flailing before (and now he's conked out on the couch asleep, thank goodness!), and managed to headbutt me in the face. Hard. I have a fat lip, and my teeth hurt. He doesn't have a mark on him. Why does my son think his head is a battering ram?
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