Max got a bug. I think it's from trying to eat the handles of the supermarket cart. Roseola, aka 6th disease, made Max miserable for the greater part of last week. It came on with a worrisome fever and an occasional runny nose. Apparently he had a killer headache too, which manifested in hysterical screaming from 1:50-4:20 Sunday morning. Well if you had a monster migraine, and your mother didn't understand your language, wouldn't you scream too? Then when the fever came down, a rash broke out from his neck to his navel. And he wouldn't eat much, so that's when I knew things were really askew in Malloypolis. Because Max, like his mother, has a very healthy appetite. Poor kid. He's all better now.
Anyway, I'll put some pictures up soon.
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Feel better Max!
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