Turns out, he wasn't.
He woke up in the middle of the night with a raging fever. As the day wore on and his fever got higher and he got tireder, we started thinking something was wrong. Then he started grunting with each breath, so we took him into the ER. They did chest xrays, and declared he has pneumonia.
He went from this:
In less than 24 hours.
For most of today he seemed better, but as the day wore on his fever started creeping back. For the most part, though, he was in a decent mood. Decent enough, anyway, to watch The Cat in the Hat from his favorite spot up on the couch.
|TV induced zombie stare.|
He even let me hold him on my lap while we watched an hour of TV. What a nice boy.