Sam, on the other hand, has the ick from hell. Not sure what it is, but he's feverish and barfing up a storm, the poor guy.
When Sam is sick, the only thing for it is to put him to bed and force liquids on him. I wish I had a way to get to the store to buy him some chicken noodle soup, because he really needs SOMETHING to eat, but is in no mood to swallow regular food and have it come back up. Must call Tori in the AM and see if she'll take me. I'm sure she will, but I don't like to presume. :)