Thank me later

I have single handily discovered why men act they way they do when they get sick.

Luke wakes up from a nap with a 102.8 fever.

I give him meds. (Text my high school bff, aka my personal PNP for advice, then called the doctor.)
He lays on me.
We watch Thomas and Friends while he drinks a juice box.
He moves to my bed.
He watches Sesame Street and lays on me some more. (We are on a one or none ratio a day for television shows.)
I fetch his water bottle. Won't drink.

He eats a berry Popsicle in my bed.

Still has not spoken one word in over an hour.
Call daddy and talk about basketball.
He says Elmo, so we watch another episode.

Dinner Time:
He mutters the word Apple.
I cut an apple and take off the skin. (I have never in my life done this for him.)
He grunts at the applesauce. I get it for him.
Cherrios. Check
Chicken. Check
Throw it all on the floor and not have to go to time out.  Check.
Go back to my room and finish watching Elmo.
Cuddle and laugh at Hudson jumping on the bed.

2 and a half hours later his fever is down to 100.3 and he is playing basketball.

And, showing off his space man jammies in honor of the last space flight today. (ps. If you are a NASA tv watcher... Look for my brother tonight,  he looks like Hudson only bigger.)

I hope his fever stays away! And if it doesn't, I can guarantee he will be cuddled up with me tonight.

His wife can thank me later.