"What's wrong?" I asked him, fully concerned something horrific had happened to him.
"He just fooled you and he's not really sick and you just didn't know that and if he gets to stay home I want to stay home from school too!" he wailed.
"He" is S2.
Today, after I had dropped the boys off at school, picked S1 up from an overnight, ran a few errands, got an extra shot in my coffee at Biggby and arrived home exhausted, the phone rang.
Can you tell who is excited for coffee and who isn't awake yet?
"Denise? It's the school. We've got a sick one up here."
And off I was again. All this before eleven today.
But S4 took a different take on all this. He was convinced that his brother was faking. When he found out that S2 was laying on the couch watching Ted Nugent videos, he gave me a look like, "You have got to be kidding me. You thought he was sick enough to come home?"
When I picked up S2 from school, I was one parent of seven there to pick up sick kiddos. But apparently I should have checked with S4 first.
S4 is currently outside doing chores. He is spraying the house window with the hose so that his brother will be distracted from watching hunting videos while he has to do his chores.
And such is the state of our home this evening.
S4 just can not believe his Mama didn't know any better. I sure hope he forgives me soon. I don't think he is going to forget this any time soon.