After your fever spiked to 105.3 F last night, we were instructed by the Advice Nurse at 8.30 p.m. to take you in to ER. With the help of some Motrin, the fever came down enough that you were quite excited when you picked up on the idea that we were going out and it was already dark. “Car,” “Car” you anxiously repeated. A couple hours later, after a chest Xray, and after you successfully delivered your first urine sample in a jar, we were told “Pneumonia”. By midnight, we were released, prescription in hand, and ready to go. You were upset that it was time to leave. “Don’t you want to go home and snuggle in bed?” I asked you. “No!” you pouted, before waving in submission, “Bye -bye hospital”.