The Boy has a fever, which means his temper tantrums now include a quickly-ascending shriek that has shattered three windows and my eyeglasses so far. This illness coincides nicely with him having gone to the doctor yesterday morning. The doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with him. Four hours later he had a 102-degree fever.
He’s only really had a fever once before, and that was high enough to make him entirely listless. I went home early yesterday to help Misty out. Eli and her were lying on the couch, watching Gilmore Girls. I rescued my son as quickly as possible.