My youngest has had a fever of 103 all day.
He just woke up twenty minutes ago. Or rather, he catapulted out of bed, semi-delirious, said he had to throw up, and spent the next five minutes trying to get his hands into the toilet, and screaming when I moved them.
He kept screaming “I want to play! I want to play!” And trying to reach into the toilet bowl. I was thinking: this little dude is asleep. This little dude is delirious.
So I finally said: “Do you want to play with the bath water?” He said yes.
I brought him downstairs. His fever was high, but not 103. He insisted that he get in the bath. He also started to seem much more lucid. I gave him some Motrin. He kept up about the bath, only in a less emotional
“What’s my name?” I asked.
“Daddy,” he said.
“How old are you?”
“You still want to get in the bath?”
So I let him. I set the water in at a medium-cool level, thinking that would help knock the fever back until the Motrin worked. He got in, and started chit-chatting with me about Star Wars. Then, after five minutes he said: “I’m done.”
I said: “Why did you want to take a bath?”
He said: “I just did.
“Why were you trying to stick your hands in the toilet upstairs?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you remember that?”
“Whoa, this was really funny, youngin’.”
“Well, it wasn’t that funny.”
“Hm. I guess you’re right. Ready for bed?”
And he’s fast asleep. Now, how am I going to accomplish the same thing?
Love to all. Even you, the video graphics woman with the special pinky.