we have all been fighting off some sort of flu. I have had a couple of interesting conversations with my son.
Son:I feel ill.
S:Ill means sick.
S:Really, really sick.
I asked him where it hurt and he said,"My throat, tummy, chest, and arms." Yeah, I have to admit at this point I thought he was faking just to get to eat banana, drink juice and watch an extra bit of tv.
Then he kept asking for me to hold him (which he just about never does) and he did have a low fever.
Later in the day I was checking in with him,
Me:How are you feeling buddy?
Son:Like a tomato.