...in other words, the kids are sick. Joey been congested for a week and a half now, and isn't that fun; his nose is stuffed up, and he sleeps with a soother. Let me repeat that; he can't breathe through his nose, and he sleeps with something stuck in his mouth. We now have a humidifier in his room, nasal drops, vaporub, and a pillow propping him up to sleep. (It seems to be working; the last couple of nights have been almost normal sleeping for him.)
Sam picked up a chest cold, I think. His nose is running like a faucet -- and he's in a "I refuse to blow my nose for any reason" phase right now -- and he's got a nasty, racking cough. As well, if you listen to him, his ear/throat/arms/knee/hand/belly/back hurts. Nothing consistent, which leads me to believe that nothing else is really wrong, aside from him having a bug of some sort. I don't want to say that he's faking; when he's miserable, he's the most pathetic thing you've ever seen. It's just that he goes from miserable to normal (yelling, jumping off the stairs, telling jokes) in the space of 15 seconds or so, and vice versa. My guess is he'll be fine in a day or two.
Now, as long as no one opens the 3rd vial...
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