Yesterday morning I was sick. All day yesterday I felt like crapola. Halfway through our school morning routine I got hit by one of the metformin induced stomach aches that renders me totally helpless for a good two hours or more.
I called our dad. I was in a panic but luckily he had the time and was able to rush home and get the five year old off to school. That just left me and the Chick to fend for ourselves.
He had a snack, not including the plastic cannon he was thinking about eating, and he had the Mickey Mouse Club House on the boob tube. He kept checking on me to make sure I was okay.
One of the best thing this kid does these days is tell stories. They always start with, "Mom, it was so, so, so, so, so funny....." and end with something about the baby elephant "blasting a turd" at the zoo, Perry the Platypus thwarting the evil doctor, or something that he made his pirates do.
After I had recovered a bit and sat down on the couch with him and a cherry coke, I sent the above picture to his dad. I am so grateful that this kid is so chill. He always has been, always will be and I so, so, so, so love him for it.