Tru woke up early this morning and just didn’t seem himself. Turns out that he’s got a sore throat, and it’s keeping him from eating and it wakes him up from naps when he swallows in his sleep. He doesn’t like it…

He really wants to eat, and he’s suffered through some ice cream and jello. I went out for some dinner for Amy and me and got some tater tots at TacoTime. Tru really wanted one, but he wouldn’t eat it so he just carried it around as a symbol of his pain! He’s in the bathtub right now, still holding the tater tot. He’ll move it from hand to hand, but he won’t give it up… Poor little dude…