I don't know what caused it exactly, but the week after Sam was sick was phenomenal. Our two boys, who had been, quite frankly, a pain in the butt for weeks, were completely changed.
Where Sam had been tending towards truculence, recalcitrance and sullenness, all of sudden he was happy and helpful, eager to listen, polite and an absolute joy to be with.
Joey, who had been secretly replaced with a yelling homunculus, was now pleasant, reasonably quiet except when he was particularly happy (his general yell now is, "Yay!") and an absolute joy to be with.
They - and consequently, I - slept terribly, but I would honestly trade sleep for the two of them like that any day. It's weeks like that that make everything totally worth it.
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