Strep!

That's what Tukey has. Poor little guy. We're driving home from getting the prescription, (after he sat in the grocery store bathroom, trying to puke, and saying, "Why is Jesus doing this to me?") when we get stopped at a red light.

"Doesn't the red light KNOW THAT I AM SICK!?!?!?"

Another post later, when I share all the booby squishing details from this morning (when I unknowingly left my strep-ridden baby with a neighbor who has two little girls!)