Friday, January 4, 2013

The Lovely Lengthy Philosophical Treatise in the Works

 . . . has fallen to the wayside.


This beautiful boy?



Felled by the flu:  he is a limp, feverish, bundle of projectile vomiting.  The school returned him to his mother that way, a couple of hours early.

So instead of the rich, nuanced reflection on mortality that's in the hopper, the Matron has only a nod to what happens while we're pondering the meaning of life:  its details.  Which include sick nine-year old boys.   Yours truly must also note a pattern here.  The beginning or end of each semester, without fail, brings disaster.  

Here are some bona fide real life examples:  lice, appendicitis, flu, major psychological breakdown for a child, and strep throat.   These are inter-changeable and pretty much a guarantee. 

But doesn't he look sharp with that killer haircut?


6 comments:

Suburban Correspondent said...

I was admiring the haircut! Hang in there, and try not to catch anything.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

Life has a way of keeping us firmly grounded in reality sometimes. Nothing says living in the moment like cleaning up projectile vomiting.

I hope you are not felled as well.

Minnesota Matron said...

So far I'm not sick. . . but Merrick is on day three!! We're taking him in for a strep test, just in case.

Ann in NJ said...

Poor thing. I almost hope it's strep - at least you can treat that. Here's hoping it ends soon and no one else gets sick.

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Steady on, Merrick!

Xtreme English said...

A handsome lad, indeed! Hope the flu leaves quietly.