I think this is the sickest he's ever been. We heard a rattle in his chest starting on the 23rd, and by the 26th it had matured into a powerful cough. He has a sore throat, too-rosy cheeks, and a slight fever. Just today his nose began to run freely. (Am I being too negative if I fear total congestion and resulting ear pain for our flight home on the 1st?)
Combine all this with his least sleep ever, a three-hour time difference, and a strange household, and it's no wonder he's not his usual cheerful self. He has no appetite, either -- this morning he wouldn't even eat pie. Poor little poppet.
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