Well, it's almost 6:30 and his slightly alarming fever is subsiding. It was up to 103.5 and is now down below 101. He was snuggling with Mommy with periodic heartrending wails of "owww!" But when we asked where it hurt, he just wailed "Owww!" again. Then he finally sat up and announced that he wanted to watch Elmo but needed his special lovey. Which is a grimy soft pillow with a face called .... "Owl."

Oh. He wasn't in pain at all, just looking for his cuddle toy. Which was actually lying on the floor under a nearby chair all along. So now he's reunited with Owl and feeling a little better and pizza is here. I think the crisis is past. Stay tuned for tomorrow when Leo and Gramma are about due to get sick.