nine.

So, this five year old love of mine has a stuffed cheetah that he named Faster-Faster. Cute right? This morning, Faster-Faster had a pretty nasty fever-fever of "nine." (For the record, the whole reason I ask questions like "How bad is his fever, buddy?" is so that I can hear answers like "nine.") But never fear. Faster-Faster's temp was back down to normal within minutes. His qualifying response to his cheetah's quick recovery? "They don't call him Faster-Faster for nothin!"

I love this boy. So so so so much.
That's all I have for you today. Happy Tuesday :)