Ollie was the life of the party, so to speak. He had everyone laughing and was a riot. He ate every minute of it up. He got to watch the trains, balls and other assorted things run around the hospital. He played, colored and had a grand time. He had such a good time that he didn't get a nap until the trip home. This meant he was up late. He went to bed with us so we could keep an eye on him while we tried to sleep. About 2 am he was moved into his own bed. He popped awake around 6:30 am ready for another day. Man I wish I had his energy.
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