You've had your fun. You showed up on a Sunday, with your throat searing, head exploding, body aching fury. You gave my little guy a fever that knocked him flat. And that's not an easy thing to do. Have you met him when he's healthy? No, I guess not.
He was too sapped of energy to change the channel on the TV from a news talk show to his beloved Qubo cartoons. That's saying alot. He was just laying there, face down, on the couch, in his attempt to start the normal routine.
You knew you had a full 24 hours before I would decide to take him to the Dr....but that time is up now. Yesterday we went, we swabbed at your germiness. The test confirmed that you were there. We know what your Kryptonite is. OMNICEF. Kinda scary huh? Yeah, it's kicking your butt. My little guy no longer has a fever. And we're gonna keep socking it to you. For 9 more days. See ya! Don't come back now, y'hear?