Kindergarten Kid D was home sick yesterday. He was coughing up a lung Ferris Bueller style over the weekend. We thought he’d better stay home today.
I base my decisions on whether or not to send the boys to school this way: Would I want a kid with this level of sickness to be breathing on my child?
The answer was no for D yesterday.
He wasn’t really sick-sick, though. And as the day progressed he got less so. He was in need of entertainment.
Finally I dug into the Christmas presents to pull out a new Wii game.
Which we had to play together. And we got stuck. And I wanted to cry.
(Insert hysterical laughter here)
But . . . then I remember how grateful I am that he is, by and large, very healthy.
And he still wants to play games with me.
Unlike Colin who left the room when I came in to watch TV with him last night.