Eli has an ear infection. He started complaining about it hurting yesterday afternoon, and occasionally I’d see him tugging on it. An hour after he went to bed he came back out, crying. “My ear is squeaking,” he said.
He has medicine now. He nearly gagged while taking it tonight. “Are you okay?” we asked. He nodded. “Did it taste bad?”
“It tasted like my bad dream,” he said, tearing up once more.