How To Feel Better

The Boy woke up early this morning, stuffy and with a fever of 104. We have nursed him throughout the day as he's slept and whined and been even more conversationally difficult to follow than usual.

A little while ago, after he had awoken from a rather long nap, his fever having spiked yet again and his shirt soaked with sweat, we asked if there was anything we could do for him or get him that might make him feel better. We were prepared to make a run for ice cream if necessary.

He lifted his head and peering through his droopy eyes said weakly, "Well, you could put some money in my piggybank."