Woke up at my usual ungodly hour, ate some brekky, had coffee, phone rang. It was my boss telling me younger child was sick but could I come anyway and take older child to school. No prob. I drove to work, picked up older child, drove him the 3 blocks to school and just as he was getting out of the car...heave ho. At least he didn't puke in school - he is the kind of kid who would have been mortified by that. So, I drove him back home and fled, hoping I won't get whatever it is they have.
Stopped by Frenchie's on my way back into the city to take him some food and amusements (newspapers, National Enquirer)- he has strept throat, le poor thing.
Oh, and p.s. JUSTIN CAN BREAK APART WALLS WITH HIS MONSTER COCK!!
Hope you all have a lovely day.