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?
I was admiring the haircut! Hang in there, and try not to catch anything.
ReplyDeleteLife has a way of keeping us firmly grounded in reality sometimes. Nothing says living in the moment like cleaning up projectile vomiting.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeletePoor 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.
ReplyDeleteSteady on, Merrick!
ReplyDeleteA handsome lad, indeed! Hope the flu leaves quietly.
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