He got in bed with us and talked nonstop for half an hour until we finally gave up on him sleeping and put Tom & Jerry on.
A few minutes ago, with a temp of 102.8, we asked him how he felt. He said "not good" and we asked him what part of his body felt bad and he said "My brain. It feels sad."
But right now he's upstairs in the bathroom, playing in the sink, making lots of happy noises. After lunch, we will engineer a nap.
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