He's sick. Although if I ask him if he feels bad, he says (in a stuffed up, gravely voice), "No! I'm not sick!" So this morning, before we go to work this afternoon, he's resting in his PJ's getting an overdose of PBS. Just now he said, "Mr. Rogers! Mr. Rogers is in our TV!"
Wheelbarowsicle anyone? That's solid ice, not just a layer of frozen yumminess! The leaves are just an extra treat.
