Parker is sick.

He is a total mess. Throwing up. Tired. Fever. Everything. It's super great.
Parker becomes fairly horrible to live with when he is sick. He makes this incredibly annoying moaning sound and pretty much cries non stop when he isn't sleeping.

He hasn't eaten since a piece of toast at breakfast yesterday and today when I was trying to get him to eat more toast today, he started the crying/whining/moaning sounds.

Then he says, "The only thing that will help me feel better is if I do math."

Yeah, going 4 x 4 = 16 always make me feel better.