So this morning when he woke up he cried and whined about it all morning. He said, "If I go to school my tummy will hurt!" I reassured him that it wouldn't hurt and that he only goes to the nurses office if it hurts REALLY bad. I also warned him that I would not be picking him up from school and that he would be staying there all day. I am a mom and I can pretty much tell when he is lying and telling the truth because he is NOT a good liar (thank goodness and hopefully it stays that way!) So I am hoping that things went better today. I tried to get out of him if he got in trouble or what he really didn't like about school yesterday. He usually loves it so it was kiind of odd. I think his tummy may have hurt just a little (probably from eating too fast so he could get out to recess) beacuse he went out to recess and that's when he started feeling sick and went to the nurse. What kids doesn't want to go to recess?? I think it triggered into his mind if he was sick enough he could come home and play. Maybe he got used to hanging out with all of us and just wanted to be back home with his family.
It reminds me of the poem in the book Where the Sidewalk Ends.
Sick, by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I'm going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I've counted sixteen chicken pox And there's one more--that's seventeen, And don't you think my face looks green? My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I'm sure that my left leg is broke-- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button's caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, My 'pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb. I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what? What's that? What's that you say? You say today is. . .Saturday? G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
I am hoping he will be back to the old Kade that LOVES to go to school so I don't have to worry about it anymore!