This cold and flu season brought to you with the Pink Panther theme song

Poor little Bandit.  He’s really pitiful.  This cold of his has been waxing and waning since Thursday last week.  Friday he stayed home from school, missing a field trip and everything.  He didn’t have a fever this morning so, mean mother that I am, I made him go to school, even though he was just pitiful and weepy.  I even had to peel him off me when I left him at kindergarten. 

At 11:30, the school nurse called and said the teacher dropped him off with her because he couldn’t stop crying.  Isn’t that the worst thing you’ve heard today?  I went to pick him up and the nurse agreed that he was just pathetic.  He still didn’t have a temperature, but it was obvious he wasn’t well.  You could see it in his eyes, the unshed tears waiting to spill over.  He looked very small sitting on her couch, his Transformer backpack on the floor next to his dangling feet. 

I got him a Happy Meal, the Lego car and the chocolate milk the only thing he was interested in, and took him to my

Like my very own Mini Al Bundy - complete with his hands down his pants

office to wrap a few things up.  I brought a desk chair from one of the empty cubicles and placed it next to mine, where he promptly fell asleep.

By the time I got him home to a pair of comfy jammies and some cartoons, his temperature was up to 103. 

We’ve been bribing him with popcicles and Sponge Bob Square Pants chicken noodle soup to get fluids in him.  He’s got a doctor appointment in the morning and Daddy is taking the day off work to keep him home. 

Looks like I have a cartoon reprieve – at least until I get home at 5:30.