Dennis and I didn't leave the house today. He was dripping and snotty and gross, and I didn't feel that well either. He was miserable for large portions of the day, only wanting Tabasco's company in his room, trying to lie completely in my lap while I read books to him. I baked him cupcakes after dinner, and he ate half of one, but had hardly eaten supper (2 noodles). His appetite is so off. The cupcakes were his request. The only good part to his day: David brought in three boxes of his childhood matchbox cars, trucks, and campers, plus some army men and tanks. Dennis just glowed with happiness! He said (about 8 times) "I sure do love when you share your toys with me Daddy" along with a dozen or so "thank you for sharing your toys with me"s. So he spent happy hours setting them all up on his Tonka rug with the roads on it, or lining them up across his area rug and just gazing at them in admiration. He is one happy little sick guy tonight, or at least he was until we told him he'd have to put the trucks away before going to bed.
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