Gettin' Jiggy Wit It.

So it would appear that le midget is experiencing a teensy bout of some sort of seasonal sickness. Read: coughy, snotty and a little fever from time to time for the last few days.

Daycare called yesterday and said his fever was abnormally high, so Joey left work and took him home. (Have I mentioned lately how kickass my husband is? Well, he is. And he has a hot ass. So, there.)

About an hour after they were home, I texted him to see how le fever was doing. Here's how that went down:

Me:"How's buddy?"

Joe: "Ridiculous. You wouldn't even know he has a fever. He's running around and dancing to Mickey Mouse. He's all like 'Fever? What fever?'"

Me: "He's got the DANCE FEVER."

I don't know why, but Joe thought that was incredibly hilarious. Like, LOL for realz hilarious.

So there you have it. My kid's got the fever for the flavor of a crowd pleaser. He gets it from his Momma, I promise you this.