When I was a child, the one upside to being sick was that my father could usually be bribed into a vanilla ice cream & ginger ale float. (If you've never tried such a beast, I highly recommend it... Ginger ale kicks rootbeer's butt any day of the week.)

It must be a universal thing that fathers want to treat their sick children to tasty snacks. Dreyfus got himself some PB-in-Kong tonight.

This is a picture of his "bad side" (his swollen lymph nodes are visible), but even his bad side is awesome. If Cindy Crawford can have her mole, Dreyfus can have some swollen glands.