Sick Boy

Poor Daniel still felt sick this morning. He was coughing and he said his throat hurt. He sat limply at the kitchen table, his head resting on his hand.

"Do I have to go to school today?" he asked.

"I don't know, Dans," I said, placing my palm against the back of his neck. He felt warm. "Let me check your temperature."

It was exactly 100 deg. I hope this is not strep again. "I guess you'll be staying home, honey. And we'll probably have to get you to the doctor's, too."

Tab was home from work today, so he took Daniel to the pediatrician. It's not strep, fortunately, but an ear infection, something he hasn't had in four or five years.

Tab then went to the pharmacy and brought home Daniel's prescription, Omnicef. This antibiotic must be new; I've never heard of it (and I thought I'd seen them all). It smelled good when I opened the lid, like juicy strawberries. I touched the rim of the bottle and put my finger to my mouth; it tasted good, too.

"What's that?" Daniel wanted to know.

"The medicine for your ear infection. "Try it--it's really good."

Daniel took the spoon and tipped the medicine into his mouth. "Mmmm, tastes like melted ice cream," he said.

I'm glad he likes it since he'll be taking it for the next ten days.

This ear infection must have wiped Daniel out. He started to fall asleep on the couch, so I sent him up to his room where he ended up taking a three hour nap.

We were expecting Mom and Jake to arrive from Maine this afternoon. While Daniel was resting I tried to tidy up a little around here. The twins followed me into the bathroom and watched while I cleaned the toilet.

"We don't use potty seats anymore," Matthew remarked, glancing over at the spot where the potty seats used to be.

"No, you haven't used those for a long time," I agreed.

"But remember when Reno swallowed the marble, he had to use the potty seat?"

"Oh, yes, I remember that."

"And remember when Reno stuck a raisin up his nose?" Matthew continued, always glad to recount Stephen's peccadilloes.

Stephen, however, was ready with his trump card. "Remember when Matthew flushed the cup down the toilet?"

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