He is trying to smile here. Poor guy. During Zach’s fiddle lesson we all went in the basement to play. He fell asleep on the floor while playing with plastic soldiers. He slept there for hours. When he finally came upstairs he flopped onto the couch and fell asleep there. For a little while before supper he attempted to play with his brothers. He’s barely eaten two bites for three days (aside for the eight bites of french toast that he ate yesterday morning) . After he went to bed he threw up again. He was sitting beside me on the floor, huddled under a blanket, while I cleaned up. I asked him if he had been sleeping or if he knew he felt sick. In the most pitiable voice he said, “I didn’t know….. I was just too tired.” The poor thing. I wish I could take it for him.