Slice of Life 3/2

I told him that I'd look at it tonight. Right now I needed to leave to get my baby.

Speeding down the turnpike I envisioned picking up a smiling boy anxiously awaiting his promised trip to Target to pick out a toy as a reward for good behaviour. This morning it was critical I get to work early so we swapped; Mitch would drop off & I would pick up. As I kissed my baby goodbye I promised to fulfill his long requested trip to Target if he obeyed Daddy.

When I opened the classroom door my heart dropped to see my little one laying on the floor, bottom in the air. He turned to face me and instead of a smiling face there was a rash and sad look.

"Has he been like this all day?" I say with a hint of accusation.

"No, he just started saying he was tired."

I reach down and scoop up my prized possesion with worry in my eyes. As we walk to the car he asks "Did you talk to Daddy? Do we get to go Target?"

"Of course sweetheart; Daddy said you got to school on time but you did watch four shows." A hint of my baby appears as he shoots me a smirk.

Instead of the usual hour it normally takes us to work through the Superhero aisle we are in and out in 15 minutes. He picks his toy and asks to go home.

On the way home he starts screaming that his face hurts. I rush him into the bathroom and try to soothe his pain with a warm washcloth on his face. It hurts at first and then calms him down.

I sit on the sofa with him in my arms. He watches an episode of WordGirl, his new favorite show.

Then crying begins again. A warm bath always calms him down and this time is no different. We go back to the sofa with him in my arms again.

A wash of relief passes over me when Mitch walks in the door. He always knows what to do.

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