The boy who cried wolf

Shortly after Halloween, Jared got sick. Big surprise (said with thick sarcasm). He had enough candy to feed a small country and it weakened his immune system enough for him to catch whatever was floating around. So I kept him home on Monday and Tuesday. He thought he was well enough to go to school on Wednesday, but I got a call from the school because he just wasn't able to finish the day. So Thursday was his lucky day, he was mostly better and went back to school.

Well this whole week, David has been jealous of the attention Jared was getting. He would come up to me and tell me that he's sick too and wants some "special juice" (i.e. gatoraid) and I'd give it to him because he amused me with his imitation of a sick child. Friday comes around and David puts out his regular act of fake coughs, scratchy throat talking and asks for special juice because he thinks he's sick. I treated it like any other day and sent him to school. About an hour into school, the nurse called me and told me he had a temperature of 103 degrees - yikes! So I picked him up and gave him the sick treatment ..... you know, blankets on the couch, gatoraid, a movie and lots of cuddles. If he didn't feel miserable (for real this time), I think he would have enjoyed it. His temperature came down on it's own with lots of liquid. He does officially have a cough and his voice is hoarse. I guess the old saying of "fake it till you make it" is particularly true in this case. Although most people use it to gain success.....


Isn't this pathetic? And he wasn't really sick in this picture, it's his imitation of a child who is.

Larry should know better than to fall asleep on the couch with Jared when I'm armed with a camera. Silly boy. :)