This is day number two. No preschool, no swimming lessons, no playroom at the YMCA, no library. David was crying this morning, tears streaming down his cheeks because he needs to go to school. (I couldn't have agreed more! I've been cryin' too.)
This afternoon David stubbed his toe. Ouch! He was crying and insisted on going to the doctor. I told him I thought his boo-boo would get better in a few minutes. He demanded to show his boo-boo to the doctor. I told him if it still hurt after quiet time that maybe I would take him to the doctor. Twenty minutes later he started bawling, "My boo-boo! My boo-boo!" Thinking maybe he had really injured his toe after all, I rushed to his side. He cried, "Mommy! My boo-boo doesn't hurt no more! Why doesn't my boo-boo hurt?" I told him we should be happy that his toe is all better. "But I want to go to the doctor!" That is one b-o-r-e-d kid. He knows his only chance for escape is the doctor's office.
We're leaving the house this afternoon, no matter what. This is not a family of homebodies. (There's a reason I drive a Subaru.)
Also, David isn't the only one crying today. Greg was supposed to defend his thesis this afternoon. He's ready! But the base/campus is shut down. Bummer.
