My boy is feeling better. I can tell because he's back to his old shenanigans.
I was doing my work at the computer, when he came up to me and bugged me about something. I gave him an obligatory grunt and carried on. He came back two minutes later and tried to carry on a conversation.
"Bubba, I'm a little busy right now. Can we talk later?"
He walked away.
Three minutes later, he was back. He didn't say anything. He just came up behind me and inserted an ice cube down the back of my sweater.
I nearly jumped to the ceiling. "Bubba!" I yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"
He smiled one of his impish grins. "Giving you a cold shoulder!"