the Fuss had a headcold last night.
Not much we could do for him since he can't blow his nose yet.
We tried one of those bulb thingies where you're supposed to suck the grue out of their nostrils, but the cure was worse than the disease.
His resulting shrieks channeled the 4th tone and threatened to gash through a portal to some tortured alternate dimension populated by bat-winged mass murderers and closeted evangelical Republicans.
Even asleep he sounded like a small outboard motor.
Not a restful night.
Happily, by the time I left for work his nose had cleared up and he was smiling and chatting away, seemingly unaffected by his ordeal.
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