On the night of Victoria's birthday on May 21st, Christian spiked a fever at around 10pm of almost 102. I gave him Tylenol and got him back to sleep. He was really sick for several days. (Then I got sick too.) Being sick when you're three doesn't just score you a dose of Tylenol it also gets you a whole lot more attention, cuddles and snuggles and free passes of less than perfect behavior.
After receiving all those glorious gifts for several days, when the little dude was better he got out of bed with a hidden smirk and said his belly hurt. I walked him back to bed saying he was all better and needed to stay inhis bed and the medicine was all done. Medicine is only for when you're really really sick. He cried and cried, finally I caved and gave him 7ml of straight H2O. He sucked it right up and immediately admitted it was helping and went right to sleep.
Tonight is about the 10th day this magic sleep potion has been given. It works like a charm and it never fails he asks for it.
However, tonight is the first night he asked if it's water. I responded with a quick, "Why would you think that?" He answered, "I don't know," and dozed right off.