One day we hiked, and it just seemed Big Ben was not as into it as he was before. He walked slowly, felt tired, wanted to be carried. later that day, he awoke from his nap and cried about everything. That night we went to get some dinner, and I told CC I'd just let him sit in my lap during dinner. It was right then, that he crawled in my lap and put his head on my chest, that I realized he was running fever. Maybe 100 or 101. Poor guy! After five babies that I held for so many years, I can tell when they have even a 99 degree temperature. Any other moms out there second that?
While we waited on dinner, CC ran back up to our cave room to get some fever reducer I had brought. I didn't bring any Tylenol or Advil liquid and was out of my Turkish stuff, but I knew I had a few chewable tablets. They were Junior Strength Tylenol, with a prescription of 2 tablets for ages 6 and up. I convinced myself that he was the weight of my 6 year old and it would be ok to give him 1 tablet (a 1/2 dose.) (I realize I may get comments on this. I'm open to advice if that was dangerous.)
So, nothing made him happy. But within literally 15 minutes of chewing that tablet, we watched a transformation. He suddenly felt great. Actually, he felt more than great. His pendulum swung so high in the other direction, it became comical. Everything was hilarious to him. Every motorcycle that drove by was amazing (to the point of screaming, "Woah! Mom, wook!!!" and running to see it closer. He became Spiderman. Everyone got a web slung at them...our waiter, the other customers, all of us. Bless him, the pill helped.
CC and I were talking about the quick transformation, a little unsure of what he might do next, when CC made one of his classic comments. (So many people think he is series and quiet. They just don't always see his humor.) He said, "Hey honey, do you think you could give me one of those when I get home from work in the evening?"