From Wit’s End

• Delirious singing heard from the nursery in the middle of the night.
• With a 102F fever at 3:00 this morning, he still mimicked the beep from the electronic thermometer as it was taking his temperature. He’s the son of a geek, all right.
• Getting to take a one-hour nap this afternoon on the couch with him sleeping on my chest. When he woke up, he just laid there. We imitated each other’s breathing patterns and chuckled at each other for a while.

His fever broke this afternoon, and he seems to be more or less back to normal this evening.