Morning phone calls

Elliot had a 103 degree fever yesterday and his mama sorta freaked out. I thought, isn't 104 degrees where his brain starts to be damaged? The doctor's office shared my concern. "Bring him in," they said. Well, the Ibuprofen worked and by the time we got to the doc he had come down to 98 degrees. I love drugs. I'm so thankful I live in 2006. We're successfully keeping the fever down now.

So Elliot of course had some phone calls to catch up on this morning, having missed much of yesterday being sick. He keeps attempting to say HELLO when he picks up the phone, holds it to his ear and has whole conversations with whomever he hears on the other side. He paces the upstairs hallway and my closet, having secret meetings via phone, keeping an eye on me the whole time. Maybe he'll work for a secret government operation.