Dinah looked down at the thermometer with a frown. Dick had been up half the night coughing, and now he had a small temperature of 98 degrees.

"Sorry sweetheart, it looks like we can't go to the park today. Maybe we can go some other day." Dinah patted the sick little boy on the head before stepping out to get him some juice.

"So what should we do? Do you wanna call a doctor?" Oliver asked as he grabbed the carton of orange juice from the fridge and handed it to Dinah.

"No, it's probably just a cold. We just need to make sure he drinks lots of fluids and takes it easy." Dinah emptied the last of the orange juice into a sippy cup, making a mental note to grab some more juice when she went to the store.

Dinah and Oliver turned as they heard the soft creek of the bedroom door. Dick walked out holding his Robin and a blanket. Dinah bent down as the toddler walked up to her.

"Here you go sweetie." Dinah softly said. Dick took a sip and moved to the couch.

"I'm going to run to the store to pick some things up for him. You two will be fine, right?" Dinah grabbed her purse and keys.

"I'm sure we can find something to do." Oliver stated as Dinah left the house. Oliver joined Dick on the couch, turning the television on. He flipped to the closest kid's channel and saw four men in different colors dancing and singing. Oliver looked at the name of the show curiously.

"Do you wanna watch The Wiggles?" Oliver asked and received a nod from the toddler.

Oliver watched the guys singing about fruit salad, wondering how parents could deal with this kind of music.

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Dinah finished up her grocery shopping, getting soup, juice, medicine, and tissues. She headed for the cash registers, but she was stopped by her phone vibrating.

Seeing Oliver's name come up on a text, she almost expected that he had somehow managed to lose Dick in their tiny home. She opened the text, surprised to see he was asking her to pick up a dvd of some show called the Wiggles.

…

Dinah read the back of the dvd she bought as she headed to their apartment. Setting her bags down in front of the door, she could hear an upbeat song playing from inside the room. She opened the door and almost dropped everything in her arms.

Oliver and Dick were in the living room dancing in a circle, moving their arms and legs like noodles as the song coming from the T.V. kept saying cold spaghetti. Dinah suppressed her laughter as the boys finished the dance.

"Looking good boys." Dinah remarked as she set the groceries in the kitchen. Oliver's cheeks were deep red with embarrassment as Dick ran up to hug Dinah. She plucked him off the ground and kissed his forehead.

"You still feel pretty warm sweetie. How about you sit with Uncle Ollie and watch more Wiggles while I make some lunch, sound good?" The toddler nodded and smiled as he was handed over to Ollie.

After 15 more minutes of upbeat tunes and short stories, Dinah set a steaming bowl of soup at the table. Dick eagerly hopped up on his seat and sat at the table, resting on his knees so he could reach his meal better.

"Careful, it's hot." Dinah chimed in as she knelt next to the boy. She blew at the soup, sending small wisps of steam away from the meal. Dick giggled and put his hands over the soup, causing the steam to go sideways until it made its way around the obstacle. He laughed again as he cupped his hands upside down, and then released the trapped steam.

"Okay sweetie, it should be cool enough for you to eat now." Dinah mentioned before going back to clean up in the kitchen. Dick ate about half of the bowl of soup before deciding he was full. A yawn escaped from his mouth as he hopped down from his chair.

"I think its naptime buddy." Ollie commented as he set a pillow and a blanket on the couch. Dick hopped on the couch, grabbing his Robin before getting tucked in.

"More Wiggles?" Dick asked. Dinah was already setting up the dvd she had just bought. As the four men sang about rocking their teddy bears, Dick nuzzled further under the sheet, drifting to sleep.

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Since the young boy was sick, Ollie decided to get some art supplies for the boy to play with while he was asleep. Dick had drawn three pictures with his new crayons, painted one of Ollie's arrows when he wasn't looking, and he was currently playing with a play dough set.

Ollie, Dinah, and Dick sat at the table, multiple colorful sets of dough with large pieces missing. Dick pressed the purple dough through the 'spaghetti maker' and onto the play plate. Dinah and Ollie helped prepare a colorful buffet of fake food, making multi-colored burgers and ice cream cones. Dick set the plate of purple spaghetti with yellow sauce next to the other colorful foods.

"Mmmm, looks delicious! Why don't we have some noodles for dinner?" Dinah went to the kitchen and fished around for a box of pasta while Ollie and Dick finished making the rainbow buffet.

"Great job! I think we got some good foods here! What do you wanna do next? There's a haircut set and a dentist set."

"Dinner!" Dick mentioned.

"Dinner isn't ready yet. We have to wait on that one." Ollie reminded the boy. Dick pouted for a second before he lit up. He grabbed one of the purple noodles and bit into it-and immediately regretted it.

"No no no! Don't eat that buddy! That's bad!" Ollie yelled as the kid's face contorted. Dick spit the play dough out, keeping his face scrunched as he shook his head.

"Yucky! Is not pasgheti!" Dick yelled as Oliver grabbed the boy and rushed to the sink.

"That's right. Play dough isn't yummy, is it? That's why play, not eat." Ollie lectured as he rinsed the toddler's mouth out.

"All gone?" Ollie received a nod from the kid, and they went back to the table to find a smirking Dinah.

"I think we're done with play dough for today." Ollie stated as he set Dick back in his seat.

"Well, dinner should be ready in about 10 minutes, so why don't you boys clean up the play dough and wash the table down?" Dinah went back to the kitchen as the guys started picking apart the different colors.

Ollie was wiping down the table when the timer went off. Dick and Oliver washed the remnants of dough off their hands as Dinah set the food on the table. Dick slurped his noodles sluggishly, not feeling very hungry anymore.

"You okay sweetie?" Dinah questioned as the boy stopped eating.

"Don't feel good." Dick pouted. Dinah put her hand on his forehead. There was still a higher heat emanating off of him.

"What is it? Your tummy? Your head? Your throat?"

Dick just shook his head. "Don't feel good." The toddler repeated.

"Must be the fever. How about we just watch some more Wiggles and take a nap.

"Don't wanna." Dick said as Dinah guided him to the couch.

"What do you want to do?"

"Wanna feel better." He rubbed his eye before grabbing his Robin and clutching it close.

"I know sweetheart, but you just have to be patient. It'll go away before you know it." Dinah sighed before looking through the bag of Dick's things. She pulled out a small book, smiling at the cover.

"How about we read a story?" Dinah suggested. Dick nodded as Dinah and Ollie sat down on either sides of the toddler.

"The Cat in the Hat, by Doctor Seuss." Dinah and Ollie mentally sighed in relief as Dick smiled.

"The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house All that cold, Cold wet day."

Dinah flipped to the next page. Dinah switched with Ollie, letting him read the next page.

"I sat there with Sally. We sat there we two. And I said "How I wish we had something to do!" Too wet to go out and too cold to play ball. So we sat in the house. We did nothing at all."

"So all we could do was to Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit! And we did not like it. Not one little bit."

Dinah and Ollie continued through the story narrating the wacky events, and showing Dick the pictures of the cat in the hat. Soon, Dick was slumbering peacefully against Dinah. She gently lifted him off the couch and carried him to his bed. He clutched his Robin tighter in his sleep, making sure not to let it fall. Dinah tucked the sick child under the covers. She kissed his forehead goodnight, hoping the child would be able to go back to having more fun.

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Well then. Let's see, it has been *watch check*….. 6 months since I updated the last chapter. And I promised I'd write more chapters quicker. …well this is awkward.

Anywho! After that long, I hope this chapter is somewhat worth the wait! (Probably not.)

I know things are going slow and I haven't even finished the full chapter for drink. I've got some bad news for that story, I don't know if I'm gonna continue that. Things have been really hectic emotionally for me, and writing for Drink always brings me down.

But I really love this story and I want to continue, so I'll try my best to write more! If there is a snow day tomorrow, I'll start working on the next chappy!

Thanks for waiting! And Enjoy!