I have never felt so helpless in all my life!

Sunday morning started off like every other morning (just by that sentence alone you can already tell things are going to go south sooner or later). As I was getting out of the shower, my wife came rushing in with my 4-year-old in her arms and repeating his name over and over and saying something is wrong. I looked down at my son and was shocked at what I saw. The little boy in my wife's arms was not the same little boy that was dancing like a maniac the night before in the kitchen to the Beatles while I washed dishes. This little boy was not him.