DeLaynie is one smart girl. At the age of four, she has learned that she can tell the teachers that her ears and tummy hurt, and they'll send her to the nurse. From there, the nurse will discover a .7 degree fever, and will call me. I will be left with no other option except to bring her home. The next day, when she doesn't want to go to school for some bizarre reason, she will complain about her tummy again. I will debate whether it's a good idea to send her, eventually deciding to keep her home because I don't want her to go to school and complain to the teachers, go to the nurse, and eventually come back home, leaving in her wake a path of people who think I'm a terrible mother.
It's just a little game we like to call "Hookie," and DeLaynie has won the first round.
Surgery, Snow, Smoothies, and The Senate.
3 days ago