Sick boy...or not!

Sunday, Patrick and I went to Lowe's to pick up a few things for the yard. We stopped by YaYa's and Will decided he wanted to stay. When we got back to pick him up, Mom said she thought he was a little warm, so I gave him some Tylenol and put him down for a nap. He had a low grade fever, but woke up from his nap and seemed a little better.....we had dinner at my parents where he wanted nothing to eat, but wanted milk. Bad move. After we ate he was reading a book with Pa, and got up and started walking toward my Mom calling for his "YaYa" in the most pitiful voice ever. YaYa picks him up and he is running fever so we decide to give him some more medicine which he procedes to choke on and then the milk comes back up -- all of it, and most of what he had for dinner too all over poor YaYa. It was bad.....so we clean him up, and go home. A little while later he tries some jello and seems to enjoy it, but it all came back up and got on our couch (red jello!). So he slept with us in our bed that night and I am pretty sure we all got no sleep. I came home at lunch Monday (exhausted and my allergies were killing me) to a child who did not even seem sick! He did, however take a 3 hour nap, which allowed me to get some rest too...whatever it was, it was short lived, thank goodness!!