I had a sick little guy on Friday, although it was a sick-the-day-before little guy, not a currently-sick guy. He drank Sprite and took Ibuprofin and we hoped for the best, which is what happened.
But here's the thing: it was 61 degrees outside, on January 11. It wasn't raining. How long will it be until there is a warm, nonrainy day like that again? Probably months. So, I let him play outside. He poked into a pumpkin with a table knife and found a wonderful orange color and not many seeds. He watered. He played pretend. And not one of those things kept him from getting well. I think they were good for his soul.
Of course, last time he had a sick day with me he was also getting better and we went to the Aquarium and he wore his pajamas and petted sharks. Saw Scuba Santa and found all the reindeer. But two times doesn't make a pattern of getting away with stuff at Gran B's, surely.
He even had a day off from his glasses, which he forgot at home, but that has nothing to do with me.
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