I knew something was wrong last night when my 5-year-old boy came upstairs at 6:45 and said he was tired and wanted to go to bed. He was asleep about 15 minutes later. Typically, he’s bouncing on the bed, pestering his sister, yelling boisterously, and generally bursting with pre-bed spaz energy from about 6:00 p.m. until he passes out.
He is the original wind-up toy–one of those little tin monkeys that claps it’s cymbals together spasmodically until it stops completely in mid-crash. My boy is like that–crash to comatose in 1.2 seconds.
Sure enough, 11 hours later, he crawled into the bed with me and said, “Mommy, I’m so tired.” His little body radiated heat. “You’re not tired. You have a fever,” I said.
I put him on the Motrain (greatest kid drug ever). It helped initially, but his fever came soaring back after a few hours, at which point, he wanted to snuggle in the bed with Mommy.
As I warmed my cold nose against the frying pan of his neck, he asked if he could go back to school tomorrow. “I don’t think so,” I said.
There was a pause. “If I don’t go to school, are they going to put you in jail, like those guys told me?”
I guess the truant officers have been putting the fear of God and prison into the pre-Kindergarteners.
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Sounds like my kid, it takes a fever of 105 to make her even speak the words, “I’m tired.”
“[. . .] like those guys told me?”
What guys? That’s so weird and funny, too. Like Vinnie and Vito are coming to elementary school with bats or something.
I know, Michelle. I couldn’t get him to explain who the “guys” were, but I’ll be asking his teacher. Isn’t P-K a bit early to be concerned about truancy?
“Yeah, dude, if you miss more than one day of school, we’ll put your Mommy in jail!”
Seriously, they have truant officers?
Also, he’s still cute even when sick. It’s those Fitten genes.h
What a face. Very cute. Lots of PERSONALITY even under the circumstances.
I hate word verification! I automatically try to sound-it-out and come up with a pronunciation….try vorvqfty or zixtcc.
I hate word verification too, AD. But I’m no longer getting spammers. At least on the bloggie. Why do the spammers all seem to think I’m overweight and in need of a penis enlargement?
Yeah, the boy is cute, particularly when he’s sick and all sweet and malleable. And when we went to sleep with wet hair and is sporting a pseudo-hawk.
The things they say to kids in school when the parents aren’t there to hear.
It’s weird how the truant officers are always onto the kids who need it the least… the kids that aren’t never in school seem to get away with it without any problems. Hope C gets to feeling better. Great picture of him, he’s a cute little bugger.