His fever is still high, but not in the danger zone. It's in the "don't plan to be home in the next 12 hours" zone, but not in the "let's hook him to an IV and blast him with obscene doses of antibiotics" zone. I think the nurse is somewhat to blame - in five minutes that I was in the room before The Wife got back tonight, I saw her come in, touch him twice without washing or Purelling his hands, and then put a poopy diaper on the sink top where toiletries and sippy cups were resting.
Hello? You have a college degree in nursing?
They all can't be Tisches. Tisch is my favorite. She's cool. Then again, Debbie is all right, too, and Ruby reminds me of the Prophet in the Matrix.
Anyway, he's still cute. He still loves Dah-dee. And he gives GREAT hugs and kisses.