Peter vs. Diana: when your folks are sick.

Pete had a very high fever Friday. Over 100 for the better part of 18 hours.

Saturday evening Tera and I both came down with it. Tera had the chills so bad I thought she was going to be sick. Diana went and got her a garbage can (just in case) and a bunch of extra blankets.

As I laid down (with the lights off), Pete came in and brought me some "popcorn" and pushed it into my mouth. It was strangely mushy. I spit it out and threw it into the garbage. He came back several times with more before it occurred to me, "where is he getting this?"

I dragged myself out of bed and followed him into the living room. There on his table is his leftovers from supper, including a small bowl of corn. There was also a couple of pieces on the floor, but I like to think that I got the stuff out of the bowl.

I think Tera get better support.