Shane coughed himself silly last night. I pulled him out of bed before he gagged. He ate a piece of toast, drank some water, and zonked a little later. He woke up with 100.1 degree fever.
The fever was low grade, but in combination with the weather (wet and cold) we had a recovery day. We missed Dylan's birthday pool party. Shane was bummed. These things happen sometimes.
EDIT:
Sunday, the fever was gone. However, the first thing Shane told his Sunday School Teacher was, "I was sick yesterday!"
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