Sick baby.

The poor little monster is sick. He's made himself a little spot in the couch and he hardly moves from it. He'll venture out for a few minutes to see what Mufasa is up to, but then he comes back to his little cave. His cave is wedged between me and the cushion and three blankets, two pillows, his cup, Mitch's playstation remote, and his old Easter basket, which he likes to occasionally put over his head..it's pretty pitiful. But thankfully he usually gets over being sick pretty quickly