We had the week of weeks planned with Pete's brother Tom, Lindsay, Lila and May. Palmer had started walking a few weeks prior. He was budding as a toddler, leaving infancy in his golfing dust. He was primed with play dates, ready to be the best cousin to visit ever. Then he got a 103 degree fever and all went to...well, you get it.
The high fever was a virus that ended in a rash and a couple sores in his mouth. He was pretty much miserable. The girls were unphased by his lackluster performance as cousin. They played away day after day and kept him as distracted as they could from his ailment. Of course the day after they left he was 100% normal and we were hitting up the splash park.
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