Is That You, Daddy?

Evan's been sick again... feverish (103), congested, double ear infection, and now having to use a nebulizer for the next two weeks due to some wheezing in his lungs. I really hate this allergy crap! He was sleeping b/w Laura and I a couple of nights ago and I had just got up in the night and given him more fever reducing medicine and laid him back down. He was pretty hot, so I got a cool wash rag to place on his head and neck, in an effort to bring his temp down. He didn't fight, kick, cry out or even push away when I placed it on him. He just lay still and asked very clearly and softly, "Is dat you, Daddy?" "Yeah, buddy, it's me." And then he went right back to sleep...