My son was always at his worst when he was getting sick, very hard to sympathize with when they're like that, but I learned to spot it as a symptom.
Meanwhile, I just got home from the hospital, my niece's kid is in the burn unit. He's about two. She was at work. Pop turned his back on him while he was in the tub. Apparently the little man turned the cold water off and burned the shit out of his back. It only takes a MINUTE, people, and the results can be tragic. He's going to be fine, but he could have died.
Love the little pikers, watch them like a hawk, don't let anyone tell you you're overprotective, and be thankful for every moment they drive you insane. Don't believe that "this too shall pass," it won't. You'll be lucky to have a hair left on your head before its through, and it isn't through until the day you die. They're worth every minute of it.
That sucks! I knew someone who had the same thing happen to them. I never leave my son even for a second when he is in the bath.
And he is worth every minute, the kid saved my life. If it wasn't for him I don't even want to think about where I would be at in my life right now. Plus he is an awesome kid. Tonight at dinner he was giving everyone hugs and kisses.
My twins saved my life too! I know what you're talking about. SO glad God gave them to me....they've been expensive, exhausting, inspiring, a hell of a lot of work, but a hell of a lot of fun. As their childhood starts drawing to a close (they'll be 15 in January) and summer jobs will be beckoning next summer, I look back on their younger days and miss my babies.
The Thanksgiving they were 2, my son had "Lamonia" (as he called it--he *knew* he was sick).
My dad doesn't let ANYONE sit in his recliner. Ever. But that Thanksgiving, Grandaddy went and got a fluffy pillow and blanket and put his firstborn grandchild (and only grandson at the time) in his recliner and showed him how to work the remote control (what a sight--LOL).

My son stayed in Grandaddy's chair until it was time to go home. This was back when the folks still lived here in the ATL.
Anyway, later that day we tried to get him to eat....but not much in the appetite department. Until my Mom brought out her homemade yeast rolls. Gave one of these giant rolls to my son (he's a good Irish kid, he *loves* his bread and taters). He picked the giant roll up with both hands, kissed it, and dove right in. Made my Mom's day, it did!
*sigh*
My 6'2" son just came and hugged me goodnight, he said "nothin's on TV--I'm goin to bed". Where's the time go?
Watch 'em like hawks while they're little, let the house go--cleaning can wait for you to get back to it, but playing doesn't last forever. Eventually they grow up and they're bigger than you and ready to take on the world--without you. ::::sniff, sniff:::::
Ok....I'm going to bed shortly too. Nothin on TV.