superman in the ER

I took a sick little guy to the emergency room again this morning. He had fever all night and isn't eating. He dressed in his Superman shirt and red sweatpants, and as I was putting my shoes on, he appeared in my doorway wearing Buzz Lightyear underwear on top of his sweatpants ("just like Superman!"). Today he took a toy to the hospital, his new Sam Trap and his dune buggy, and I'm glad because then I had something to play with while Dennis was busy on my iPhone. The doc decided he has a virus, so we have no medicine to give except for fever reducers and saline nasal spray. When it came time to do the saline nasal spray, David and I laughed because we KNEW it would be an ordeal. It was. Dennis first went and hid in his closet, but by the later dose, he was sniffing it like a pro. He did insist on a long pause between the two puffs, and when we asked him what he was waiting for, he replied "Christmas." He doesn't love inasal spray. Who does, really? We are very glad he tested negative for strep, but I sure don't want him to spend his spring break sick. He spent most of his day being pitiful on the couch, watching his favorite shows. Every 10 minutes or so, I'd get called in to fast forward through the commercials. Nope, he's not a bit spoiled.