Peter spent most of the day yesterday hacking and coughing. He had a baseball clinic yesterday morning and he hacked and coughed and hacked and coughed his way through that.
I think it must be his allergies because regular cough medicine did nothing to help.
We turned the humidifier on in his room last night and I propped him up on two pillows to help him sleep better. I covered him with an extra blanket and kissed him good night and told him, "Call me if you need anything."
Then he turned to me with a devilish grin and said, "What's your phone number?