Yesterday began normally. A trip to the park with some friends, lunch and then a nice long nap. I woke the boys up, so that they would be able to sleep that night, and we went to a friend's house for a play date. All seemed well.
Not long after our arrival at the J's house, M got a bit upset and started to look flushed. Then, he asked to go home. M never wants to give up fun, so I figured he really must not be feeling well. Then entire way home, I questioned how he was feeling. Invariably, M answered, "I'm not sick, Mommy! I just have a cold."
When we got home, I checked M's temperature and he was at 101 but still claiming that he wasn't sick. The boy was looking extremely flushed, his eyes were now a bit glassy and still claiming to feel fine.
I asked M if he was cold and he said, "Mommy, I am cold. Can I have a nice, warm, cozy blanket?" All I could think was that I must have birthed an eighty year old grandma! "Yes, of course," I told him. When I returned with his blanket, M thanked me for the aforementioned "warm, cozy, blanket".
No dinner and hours of mildly feverish temperatures later, and M was still insisting that he was not sick.
This morning, all traces of fever gone, appetite still missing in action, M is now claiming that he is sick...so that he can stay home and not go to school. What's a mother to do? Of course, let him have the day off!
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