He was sat in the middle of an adult bed holding Oliver Monkey. He looked tiny and so pale, but colour was slowly returning to his cheeks. He shouldn't have been able to come out with a funny.
The doctor came over for her discharge assessment and checked him over. The Boy looked at her and said, "Lady, I not very well!" She asked him what the matter was. He came out with the same thing that he has been saying for months (it's fake by the way), "Lady, I have got a cough. Listen… ahuh, huh!"
She laughed and told us to take him home.
Sticking with daddy at the dining table:
"Have you had a good day?"
"Yes daddy, I did have a sleep."
"Was it a nice sleep?"
"Yes, when I woke up, I was a little boy!"