Unfortunately, we are in the throes of the garden-variety-not-Swine-but-maybe-Psychopoodle influenza. I took Charlie to the walk-in clinic yesterday where he fell asleep on the exam table. The doctor was leaning over to look in his ear (left, on the verge of infection) when Charlie blasted him with a big S N E E Z E, right in the face. I think I said something along the lines of "See? I think he has something..."
Now, I don't know who's more pitiful... the kid or the Psychopoodle.