Sick Little Dude
Riley hans’t been feeling well the past couple of days.
He was reasonably happy when I came home from work yesterday, but soon afterward he started to cry. And when I say “cry”, I don’t mean a few tears rolling down his face or the little “Waah!” that they draw over cartoon babies. I’m talking about the good-old full lung capacity, wrack his little body, rip your ears off with sound kind of wailing that only a child of his size can muster.