Guess what Santa brought Seven this year...strep throat. He missed going to visit Nanny in the hospital, which was really disappointing because he'd practiced a bunch of Christmas carols to sing to her and drew lots of pictures for her. Then he didn't get to go to Grama and Grandpa's house for dinner and to open presents (we brought them home to him).
This morning he had a 102 degree fever, threw up on the couch, and was shivering uncontrollably, so we headed out to the ER. Where we had to listen to Josh Groban sing "The Little Drummer Boy" followed by Celine Dion singing "The Christmas Song." In other words, hell on earth for mommy.
Then I had to drive twenty minutes away to find the only pharmacy that was open today. So now he gets to take "the yucky pink medicine" three times a day for the next ten days. Yippee.
But through the whole thing he was his normal sweet little self. He hasn't complained once. He didn't even ask his older brother to wait until he got home to open presents (but Dan made Ten wait anyway). Seven just sat and read in the waiting room--he finished one chapter book and started another one. And every time he takes the medicine he says, "I sure don't like this medicine, but I'm not going to complain because I want to get better."
That's one awesome kid.