He caught the crud

I knew when I saw this on my way to bed early this morning that I probably should've turned in hours before to catch up on the precious Z's this sick little guy was going to steal from me in just a short bit. Spent a bittersweet morning cuddling my hot little mess, offering comfort, but unable to escape breathing in all his sick germs. I wonder if I can crawl into his bed in a few days when I have a turn with this cold. I took it as a good sign that he still felt like his usual Sunday morning pancakes, but we decided to hunker down and spend the day at home to try to get over this one quick.