Monkey Boy, upon not going to bed last night, but rather climbing into ours for “a cuddle”, seemed to be straining to breath. Just a little, nothing to be overly concerned about. Just easily puffed out.
Off to bed he goes.
He gets up this morning, lies on couch and coughs a lot, complaining of sore throat and chest.
I maintain efforts not to gag at mucousy sounding cough and try to get images of aftereffects of mucousy cough out of head.
I inwardly sigh about prospect of him having another day off school. And hope he will be listless and lie on couch all day and not annoy me about playing the DS becuase I have told them all that “when you are sick you can’t play the DS” and then embarking on the equivalent of a 6-week murder trail regarding playing of DS. Or watching a DVD.
Am relieved of this thought when he gets up on his hands and knees and farts in his brother’s face, thereby confirming just how sick he is.
But am left with that dilemma: he may