At around 1:00 AM on Friday night my youngest child crept into our room and flopped onto our mattress.
“I feel weird,” he said.
Half-awake, I ran through the list of midnight ailments in my head. Had he thrown up? Had an accident? A nightmare?
I asked him, “Weird in what way?”
“I can’t keep my head up.”
Eventually we figured out that he was feeling dizz…
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