So after a long morning of telling me he did not feel good and could not possibly go to school, I figured his cough was pretty bad and he did feel a little warm.   I relented and told him that maybe it was a good idea that he stays home.  So I bundled up his poor sister who was a little confused as to why she was going alone (someone had to bring the pink play-doh Mommy made last night).  She resembled a stuffed pastel sausage.

Then before she was out of the driveway, the cough mysteriously ceased and it was party time.  I cannot believe I fell for this.  What a little shit.  I can’t imagine where he learned this behavior. (cough, cough)  So now I am trying to make him stay in his bedroom in bed because that is what you do when you are sick, right?  Not a chance.  This kid is running around this house like it is his birthday and he knows the Publishers Clearing House van is ready to roll up with that old guy and a bunch of balloons.  He literally just asked me if I wanted to dance.

If I did not have a sick baby who should not be out in the cold I really would get him dressed and march him into school.  So I guess I am going to just have a free day with my boys.  I have a client this evening but today will be a day where LA can help me brush up on my acting skills.  The kid is good.  I am going to have to give him a few pointers though.  He told me he had diarreah but I am not sure I am buying that after the tap dance routine he just whipped out in the middle of the living room.  Next time I am going to need proof.  The stinky kind.