Fever

Jeez, Jay's come down with a fever around 40 degrees C, which is mighty high and a big worry. He's all lethargic and grumpy, as you would be if you were burning a hole in the floor like the human torch! He still manages a smile though, and even tries to crawl towards me when he catches sight of me as I enter the bedroom, only to fall like a crumpled bag, his muscles like jelly. Times like these I wish I could absorb his pain like a human sponge, but instead, I'll just patiently mop his brow and sing him lullabies in my off kilter voice and hope it speeds his recovery.