Brat anyone?

Oh. My. GAWD. Could it GET any worse? So, we get a few flakes of snow and WHO heads right out in it, without a coat? Bingo. Ding ding ding, you win! It was The Brat. Cam dutifully went out to collect the boy, swatting him from the sidewalk all the way into the kitchen. His excuse? He was hot. NO kidding boy, you've got a fever. Off to bed he went, right after dinner. Cam was so worried about him that I volunteered to clean up the dishes. I was settling down for the movie of the week in peace but that was not to be had. Every fifteen minutes I swear, Cam headed upstairs to check on Josh. I finally gave up on the idea of a warm lap and settled for the chair, alone. Cam then had the gall to turn the television off halfway through the movie so he could be upstairs, closer to the brat. I know how the movie ends, but I'd still like to see it. I'll just have to wait and watch it on my own.