There Were Three in the Bed

And the little one says, "My throat hurts." So they all rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. When we did wake up this morning, Spencer sounded like he'd been a pack a day smoker since birth. His voice grew more and more faint as the day progressed. I had to resort to borrowing a bunch of children's videos (Mr. Roger's Neighborhood, Wallace & Gromit, Sesame Street) from the library in a semi-successful attempt to entice him to rest his vocal cords. At least he's no longer feverish. He drifted right to sleep tonight and hopefully will awake tomorrow renewed and feeling much, much better.