Out sick.

Poor Cashie had some combination chest/headcold-flu last week. When he said he needed to lie down on the couch before breakfast, we knew something was amiss. Needless to say, no school that day. Later that afternoon, he said he wanted to lie down and read. So, I got him all set up on the couch, went to check something in the kitchen and came back to this. Poor guy didn't get too far.