Poor Henry is sick again. Not sure what bug he has this time (or where it came from??), but here he is. Rick’s been riding on a route for a week with a guy who’s been sick the whole time. That’s our best guess of how the bug got him.
I feel awful for him though. I know he’s miserable. And I wish I could make him better. But I do have to admit that the selfish part of me enjoys the quieter, calmer, cuddly toddler that he becomes when he’s not feeling 100%. That, and he’s heartbreakingly cute.
But I do hate that ‘powerless to do anything to make him feel better’ feeling. I’m going to ask Rick to pick up some Jello on the way home. Jello always made me feel better when I was little.