The boys came home for their Grandparents house, after a fun overnight visit. When Elliott walked in the door, I knew something was wrong when I say his face.
He looked pale and somewhat disoriented.
He kept saying he was okay, but it wasn't very convincing. I gave him a little bit to settle in and then I took his temperature. Unfortunately, my instincts we right and he was running a relatively high fever.
Both he and Emmett went to bed without a problem.
After a few hours, he woke up and came downstairs because he couldn't go back to sleep. He and I ended up camping out in the living room, because he was more comfortable in the couch.
The other benefit is that if he were to get sick, puke is easier to clean up on hardwood floors, than it is on his mattress, or the carpet.
It's going to be a really long night..
Please keep Elliott in your though to and prayers. He only has one week of school left, and they are doing some really fun things this week. He's hoping not to miss them...
