James had a huge weekend: two sleep overs, a grandpa Pat visit, and a trip to the kid symphony. Naturally, when Sunday evening rolled around, rather than being tired but satisfied and grateful, he was a mess. His tummy hurt, he was feverish, and agitated.
J: Mom! I feel so sick, my tummy hurts.
M: I’m sorry, going to bed is the best thing then.
J: No! Mom my tummy hurts!
M: Are you gonna barf?
J: I feel like I might, but I won’t.
M: Ok?! You don’t have a fever, I think you are going to be OK. The best thing to do is to settle down then.
J: bursts into tears, starts writhing in pain. Momma, do you know what would help settle me down….sooobbbb?
M: Going to sleep?
J: No! more writhing and sobbing…..
M: What then? thinking Ibuprofen, tummy medicine….
J: A dog.