Lloyd was going to post this yesterday when I didn’t feel well, but he couldn’t find the pictures. (Whatever.) We had to go to Wal-Mart for some school stuff, and we splurged a little to celebrate our tax refund. He bought a new razor, I bought an ear thermometer because I was sure I had a temperature. (I didn’t.)
(Sidebar) One of the three-year-olds at school looks exactly like a tiny little Garth Brooks, and he talks with a significant snuffle. The other day he woke from nap, sat in my lap, grabbed my hand and placed it on his forehead. “I’m hot. I fink I haff a tablecloth.” (temperature)
So – drat my incredible immune system and Lloyd’s failing one – Lloyd came home with a fever today! He walked in the door looking beet red and said, “I think I have a tablecloth.” So, should anyone at his school doubt him:
You can’t see it because the picture’s so blurry, but there’s a little sad face in the bottom corner that sympathizes with you when you’re sick. Guess I’d better call one of those new-fangled ‘doctors’…. or else get a jar of leeches…