Poor Biscuit is already on his fourth ear infection, and he's only been on this Earth for not quite 17 months. I had ear problems when I was little, so if it's hereditary, he can blame me.
But if you want to see the most pitiful thing ever, check out my feverish, sickly baby. He didn't want to sleep, but he couldn't stay awake. He didn't want to be held, but he didn't want to be in his bed, either. Check out his flushed cheeks and mussed up hair. He was feeling bad, bad, bad.
Poor little man.
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