Liam's Point of view: Yesterday, my son Bear had to see his pediatrician for his yearly annual check up; just to make sure that he was healthy and to check for any food allergies.

Cheryl: Thanks,so much for taking Bear to his pediatrician yesterday.

Liam: No problem.

Cheryl: Liam.

Liam: Yes.

Cheryl: Are you okay?

Liam: Yeah, why are you asking.

Cheryl: You look like you don't feel too well.

Liam: I do?

Cheryl: Yes.

Liam: Okay.

Cheryl: Can I feel your forehead?

Liam: Sure.

Cheryl: Thanks.

Liam: No problem.

Cheryl felt Liam 's  forehead with a cold hand while she was doing that she felt some heat coming from his forehead.

Liam: What is going on?

Cheryl: I need you to go lay down right now.

Liam: Okay.

Liam did what he was told and laid down on the couch, wondering why he was told to lie down.

Cheryl: Liam, You have a slight fever.

Liam: I do?

Cheryl: Yes.

Liam: That sucks.

Cheryl: Let me put Bear down for his nap and I will check your temperature.

Liam: Okay, sweetie.

Cheryl went upstairs to the nursery and changed Bear's Diaper and puts him in his crib for a nap after giving him a bottle and placing a blanket on him.

Liam: I was fine yesterday and now I'm feeling a bit off.

Cheryl: Who are you talking to?

Liam: My mom.

Cheryl: Okay, I have to get the thermometer.

Liam: Okay.

Cheryl runs upstairs to the bathroom and open the drawer and grabs the thermometer after turning the baby monitor on.

Liam is just getting off the phone with his mum, when Cheryl comes back downstairs with the thermometer.

Cheryl: Liam will you open your mouth please.

Liam: Sure but I hate that thing, I really do.

Cheryl: Just suck it up, right now.

Liam: Fine.

Cheryl: Thank you.

Liam: Yeah, yeah, yeah...whatever.

Liam opens up his mouth and let's Cheryl stick it in his mouth so she could take his temperature.

While the thermometer is handling it's business, Cheryl cleans up the kitchen and takes the garbage out and washes her hands.

Cheryl: Almost done, the thermometer will be beeping soon.

Liam shook his head gently trying not to cause the numbers to go up.

Cheryl: Almost done.

Liam puts a  thumb up to let his sweetie know that he approves and understand that it will be beeping in about a few minutes.

The thermometer beeps and Cheryl takes it out of his mouth and looks at the numbers and frowns and then disinfect the tip of the thermometer.

Cheryl: Sweetheart, you have a fever.

Liam: I do?

Cheryl: Yes, off to bed; you are not going to work today.

Liam: But.

Cheryl: No Buts, now off to bed right now.

Liam: Okay.

Liam trudged up the steps with his head down staring at the floor and heads to his bedroom and lays down in bed.

Cheryl: I think that he might have the flu.

TO BE CONTINUED....