sick Jack

Jack was home sick today, as the latest illness makes the rounds. (I'm not feeling so hot myself, so this will be a short one.) You really feel it when he's actually sick; he basically just lies on the couch, or sits with his head resting against the cushion. Cheeks flushed, hair matted against his head, eyes glassy. It's terrible but it's also kind of cute; I kind of just want to sit there and hug him. So I did that some today. He'd have momentary flashes of excitement -- something cool in an episode of the Avengers cartoon, or some highlight he saw from a football game -- but then he'll lapse back into silence.

The funny thing is that when Jack is sick, it seems to have the opposite effect on Kate. She was full of energy and joy, perhaps glad he wasn't running around competing for our attention or something. Us not having to entertain him beyond bringing him water every once in a while meant more time to spend entertaining her. Seemed that way, anyway. 

He didn't want to get off the couch at dinner, so I sat next to him and fed him chicken and rice. We watched a little of the pregame, then it was off to bed. And now it's my turn.