We only THOUGHT Henry was better. Last night, no one got any sleep because H couldn't stop coughing. Miserable, it was. And this morning he woke up with a fever again.
A trip to the doc assured us that he doesn't have pneumonia, just the godawful crud. Liquids, rest (with the help of Benadryl, the medical world's sedative of choice for children), ice cream (Henry's drug of choice -- Chocolate brownie chunk), and multiple episodes of Bindi the Jungle Girl.
Tim still doesn't have symptoms. It will be a miracle if he gets out of this unscathed. Crossing fingers.