Sick Day.

Ah, Spring. Henry was up at 1:30 and 5:00 this morning with a headache and allergies. Since my own head weighed about 75 pounds, you could say it wasn't the best night. When I walked into the tv room to nudge him into getting ready for school this morning, he was sound asleep. I called the school, and he woke up just as I was getting off the phone. He started crying and saying he was "Fiiiiiiiiiine! Please, mom, I don't want to miss school!"

"Why, Henry?"

"Because it's fun! And it's boring here."

Yes, this is the kid that is known for hating school. I think I must be doing my job well if he thinks it's more fun to go to the torture that is first grade than to stay home with me.