The Boy was a bit more emotional than usual yesterday. Last night at dinner he picked at his food, said lemonade made his throat burn and he seemed exhausted. His forehead wasn't hot, but his torso was. His temperature was 101.5. He seems perfectly fine today, jumping all over and harrassing his sister, but he's home anyway. Some of the kids in his class were out for the entire week last week with the flu and I hope The Boy doesn't have it. Maybe whatever caused his fever last night has already left -- at least that's what I'm telling myself.