So TRC had some issues with going to school today. It was my night shift at the library last night, so I was asleep when it started, and eventually it escalated to the point where Denisa came to get back up from me. Here's how the conversation played out:
Me: So, you're sick, huh?
Me: How sick?
TRC: Well, I coughed four times, and I've already used five tissues.
Me: Do you think you need to go to the doctor's?
Me: Oh. Do you have a fever?
Me: Are you throwing up?
Denisa: If we were going to go to the movies, would you go?
TRC: No. (pause, thinking) Well, yes.
Me: I don't think you're sick enough to stay home.
TRC: But I stayed home from Kindergarten when I was this sick.
Me: Kindergarten doesn't count.
TRC: I wish I were still in Kindergarten.
Me: Why don't you want to go to school?
TRC: Well, I'll get there, and I have to work on my journal and then do more work, and we only have one recess now, and . . .
Me: It's not as much fun, huh.
TRC: Yeah. Why would I need to go to the doctor's?
Me: Because you have to go to school, and if you don't go to school, they like to know why.
After some further discussion, it was decided he was well enough to go to school, and he and I would play a game tonight when we both came home. The discussion got me thinking, mainly about how I still feel like TRC some of the time. Don't we all? Going to work can be difficult. The poor guy is just getting his first taste for what will be a life long issue.
Let's all have a moment of silence for TRC.