Jack is sick again. He seemed much better yesterday, ate well and had no complaints of headaches. But then last night he woke up really upset, seemed to be hallucinating, and his fever was back. And even though he (again) seems fine today (eating good, no fever, no headaches), his behaviour has been really strange, prompting me to believe he is indeed very sick. Such as...
1. He slept in this morning until 8.20. This is unheard of, he’s always up before seven, especially if there is a Playstation in the house or a working television.
1. He slept in this morning until 8.20. This is unheard of, he’s always up before seven, especially if there is a Playstation in the house or a working television.
2. When I said I was keeping him home from school but that he would not be allowed to play with the Playstation he said ‘alright, I don’t feel like doing it anyway’...
3. He climbed up onto my lap for a cuddle (he hasn’t done that since he was old enough to squirm out of my arms, and boy has he gotten big and heavy) …
4. He called me in twice for a hug (?!) ... and most damning of all
5. When I asked him to get ready as it was nearly time to pick up Ava and Bobby he said ‘okay Mom’... and then actually got up and got ready, right away, without me having to say it a second, twentieth time...
So, I think he’s really, really sick, but not so sick he’s going to miss another day of school....
In other news, Ava was again bemoaning the fact she does not have a pet. If you saw how she treats (tortures) her stuffed animals (dressing them to include jewellery, make up and painted nails) you would understand why. Anyway, she was wishing that Flecky, our next door neighbour’s cat, would have kittens that she could play with. Jack, our lover of facts, stated that it was not possible for Flecky to have kittens because a) Flecky is too old; b) Flecky is in fact a boy cat; and c) Flecky does not have a girlfriend. Ava, believer in all things possible, announced that ‘maybe Flecky will be blessed by God’ and have a child cat, and flounced out of the room... Discussion over - religion trumps facts, i guess.
In other news, Ava was again bemoaning the fact she does not have a pet. If you saw how she treats (tortures) her stuffed animals (dressing them to include jewellery, make up and painted nails) you would understand why. Anyway, she was wishing that Flecky, our next door neighbour’s cat, would have kittens that she could play with. Jack, our lover of facts, stated that it was not possible for Flecky to have kittens because a) Flecky is too old; b) Flecky is in fact a boy cat; and c) Flecky does not have a girlfriend. Ava, believer in all things possible, announced that ‘maybe Flecky will be blessed by God’ and have a child cat, and flounced out of the room... Discussion over - religion trumps facts, i guess.
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