He came home from church and slept for an hour and half.
His dad had to work.
When it was time to go to the skating rink, I had a conundrum. Take the three, leave the fourth home to sleep it off alone?
He answered for me: woke up, wiped the drool off his face, and announced he was ready to go.
He felt crummy, but he knew the others wouldn't get to go if he couldn't.
I think he must feel crummy from aging about five years in the last three months. Kid is going to be a handsome teenager, even when sick.