The Benefits of Being Sick

As we were getting the boys ready for bed, Calfgrit7 said he didn’t feel good. His stomach was upset. So, Cowgrit thought we should put him on our bed (shunting me to the sofa — not a problem). I said that was a wise idea, because we definitely don’t want him getting sick up in the top bunk bed. That would be a Bad Thing.

While Cowgrit got Calfgrit7 settled in our bed, I explained the situation to Calfgrit3, so he would understand why his brother was not going to bed with him.

But when Calfgrit3 heard this, he wanted to sleep in the big bed, too. “I’m sick,” he said.

“No,” I said, “you’re not.”

“I am,” he argued. “I am sick.”

So we had a difficult time putting Calfgrit3 to bed. I offered to lay down with him for a little while, but he wanted mommy. Cowgrit laid down with him in his bottom bunk bed for about 15 minutes.

We’re fearful the night will be a rough one.

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The night went fine. No one was sick. And there was great rejoicing.

Bullgrit
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