The day had promise of being a beauty. I knew it would be better than yesterday. The boy was sick and running a fever when he woke up. 102 degrees. There was crying because he wanted perfect attendance. He was hopeful and thought he'd feel better if he got dressed and tried. But a fever is a fever and he couldn't go to school and get everyone else sick. So he cried again. Yep, he was sick. He doesn't do sick. But I don't think the male species does at any age.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
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