He is only as tall as my belly button. He is a wide as a twig. He is as strong as an ox. He has as much energy as a nuclear reactor.
He has a fever.
He is bouncing all over my living room, jumping off of my furniture, waiting for me to do something for lunch.
Did I mention he has a fever.
He is chasing the dog, who is chasing her tail. He is making as much noise as 12 of him. He is making my head hurt.
Oh. And he has a fever.
Could you tell?
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