“My head hurts so bad I can’t go to school today.”
“Okay Peggy Ann McKay, you’re going. I have a headache every day and I still go to work. You probably just need to drink more.”
“But my stomach hurts too. And I think I’m going to barf. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m going to barf.”
“Okay, Roo, back to bed with you. We don’t send barfy girls to school. I’ll bring you a garbage can, some towels, and a glass of water. Let me know if you need anything. I love you. I’m sorry you feel icky.”
“Mama?”
“Yes.”
“I’m hungry.”
“Okay, well, I will bring you some crackers. Don’t eat too, too many.”
“Mama?”
“Can I use the ipad?”
“Well, if you feel barfy, you probably shouldn’t watch screens.”
“PLEASE? I promise not to barf on it and ruin it. AND then you can work.”
“Well, okkkkkkkkay. But put it down if it makes you feel nauseated.”
“Mama?”
“I’m still hungry. Can I have a cookie?”
“No! We need to only give you something plain and bland for your tum.”
“But, that’s not delicious.”
“Isabella, eat your crackers. But not to many!”
“Mama?”
“YES DEAR?”
“I’m bored.”
It’s 10:10am.
It’s going to be a really long “sick day.”
I’m on to you, Martell.

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