Happy Camper Number One

  This is the face of 103 degrees Fahrenheit. Just a wee touch hot, that one. It's all I can do to get him to relax much less respond to the presence of Motrin or Tylenol. Often, Buddy and I are taking turns wiping him down with cold (not cool) washrags. He's one of those kids that gets more active when he runs fever until all-of-a-sudden he's absolutely immobile somewhere around 104.5 or so. It's scary. So in the dead of summer heat, this is my sweaty little bed partner. Sweet thang...

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