7/13/2008 – 9:15 pm
Friday night at around 2:30am, I wake to the boy screaming. Now normally, I waken to the end of this kind of thing, ie Mrs. H has gone in and started calming him down.
She's good like that.
Anyway, I am completely awake and the boy is still screaming.
Mrs. H is not in the bed which means she's either already in there and not calming him down...or she's downstairs making herself a sandwich.
The letters w, t, and f are starting to bubble up into my head.
I go to the nursery and there is a screaming woogle and my wife, telling me that we need to take him to an emergency room because he's too hot.
Luckily for the both of us, I'm too sleepy to panic. I go back into the bedroom and put on some clothes and start looking for my keys. By the time I ...
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