The school called me this morning: Could I please come pick up Bram? He's feeling sick.
When I walked into B's classroom the Math teacher said: "May I help you?" I just smiled and nodded toward B, assuming she knew that he'd had me called. But instead she just looked puzzled as B packed his bag and left without a word.
B was surprisingly chipper on the way home, but he's never given me a false alarm before, so I figured I'd give him the benefit of the doubt.
We got home and he went straight to bed. Later on he made himself lunch: eggs with garlic and a decaf latte. Something tells me he's on the road to wellsville...
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