I call faker.
Then, today, Nolan woke up barking like a pack of old man seals. Both Todd and Reed had dreams about being attacked by a seal or a seal was chasing them or something along those lines of subconsciously listening to Nolan barking. Nolan stayed home from school today and Todd took him to the doctor and of course, by the time they got to the doc, his cough wasn't nearly as bad as it was this morning. The doc still gave him a steroid and said it may or may not make him crabby. Whoa! That was the understatement of the year! He was crying and crying and crying about the littlest things all evening. He still felt well enough to play nerf gun war, kick the soccer ball outside, and walk around the block after dinner.
I call him faker #2.


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