Jones has been fevered, since Saturday afternoon. Around 5 o'clock today, though, he finally cooled down enough to climb off of my lap and start playing for the first time in three days.
He saddled up on his buddy Bullseye - which was a total Tractor Supply impulse buy from the nite before the nite before Christmas. He said, "Ride away, Bullseye!" and when Bullseye DIDN'T "ride away," Jones looked at me, all confused, and said, "Eet's not werking!"
Finally, he figured out how to put a little pedal power to his pony. He also invited his brother to join in the fun ("Come on, Buzz," he said, channeling Sheriff Woody).
It sure was good to hear my big boy back at play. I've missed his sweet little silly spirit these past few days. When I put him to bed tonite, his temperature was normal for the first time all weekend, so here's hoping this ugly bug has run its course.
Also, I'm realizing how much I sound like Scooby Doo when I laugh. Just listen...
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