Missing Wings and Sleepless Nights

My oldest child is sick, which means high fevers and vomiting.  That is how his little body deals with all things viral and bacterial – fever and vomit.  So life with him is nothing short of interesting and often sleep-deprived.

Take for instance, his adamance last night that his wings were on the floor.  High fevers bring apparently amazing dreams to his feverish little mind and last night he dreamt that someone had cut his dragon wings from his body.

I love thinking about this image: my sick son, searching for his powerful dragon wings which someone had taken from him.  I think I need to find ibuprofen with added dragon wings so he can get well.  Then he and I will finally get some decent sleep.