He and I had a rough night last night.  He was up several times with mostly dry heaves.  He hadn't had anything but water for over 24 hours, so there wasn't much there.  He was able to express his amazement, however, with how quickly I ran into his room at the first sound of trouble.  It's amazing how that "Mommy sense" jars us out of a dead sleep, isn't it?

He was able to get up and try to play a computer game this morning, which is an improvement over his being prostrate all day yesterday.  He's back sleeping now.  I'm thinking flu, and am constantly asking him to drink water or white grape juice everytime he's awake.

I have to share two things that I love about him.  Every time I come into his room to check on him and feel his forehead, he asks me to pray for him.  He expects God to heal him, and that is how I pray, thanking God for the healing He is actively accomplishing.

The other thing is this sweet boy's sense of humor.  Last night I carried him and his "bowl" (you know, THAT bowl) into the bathroom.  As he knelt in front of the toilet bowl between heaves, he said, "And THAT is why the good Lord created bowls!"

Even in the midst of sickness, he can toss-out a great one-liner!