“I wasn’t born yesterday, ya know. “
That’s what I wanted to say to Lewis when he came downstairs and said “I don’t feel so good.” He moped around the kitchen table, kinda ate part of a bagel and laid his head on the kitchen table. “Ooooooughh.”
If I had been born yesterday, I might have thought that he was seriously ill. Perhaps with appendicitis or kidney stones. I might have gone to the medicine cabinet to search for the thermometer or a heating pad.
But I was not born yesterday. I know that despite the threat of a global pandemic, Lewis is not suffering from swine flu. Despite record pollen levels, he does not have allergies and despite his groans and apparent lack of appetite, he is not actually sick. Unless you count Spring Fever as a bona fide illness.
“Do you have a math test today?” I asked. “Do you have gym? Is that History project due, is there a Latin quiz?”
“Ughhhh,” groaned Lew and bit into his bagel.
In the past, I have taken pride in the strict guidelines that I adhere to when allowing my kids to stay home from school. They are:
1. Vomiting – a ticket to TV land, no questions asked. However I must witness the event – no flushing the toilet behind a closed bathroom door.
2. Fever – a temperature over 99 degrees registered on a real thermometer inserted in child’s mouth(no underarm readings or flimsy strips applied to the forehead) for three minutes while I stand watch.
But today, I simply said “Okay, stay home.” Lewis went back to bed. Maybe he really needs the rest – after all he’s a growing boy. It’s hardly seems possible that he’s a teenager. In fact, it seems like he was born yesterday. Who knows, maybe after he wakes up, I can cure his Spring Fever by making him mow the lawn.