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:
I was admiring the haircut! Hang in there, and try not to catch anything.
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.
So far I'm not sick. . . but Merrick is on day three!! We're taking him in for a strep test, just in case.
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.
Steady on, Merrick!
A handsome lad, indeed! Hope the flu leaves quietly.
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