The Kid Loves His Dairy

I took Reid in for a recheck on his breathing at the doctor today, and – Hallelujah – the medicine cocktail/regimen we have him on appears to be working! This marks the first cold he’s had in I-can’t-remember-how-long that we haven’t landed ourselves in the doctor on Day 10-or-so for some sort of medical intervention. (I make that distinction – this was just a recheck after all.) His doc also said that if the nebulizer cocktail is working, there is a chance we’re going to avoid ear infections (someone tell me how that works) in the future. Which means maybe no second set of tubes. :::fingers crossed:::

That makes this a good day.

Reid and I marched victoriously out to the waiting area to collect our coats (because all good Wisconsin public places have AMPLE coat hooks/hangers at the ready and yes, WE ARE STILL WEARING COATS SOMEHOW), and Reid smiled sweetly at me, raised his eyebrows and said, “Go home now?”

I explained that, no buddy, you are going back to see Mr. Danny and Ms. Emily at school. He looked so disappointed, so he tried again. “No school. Go home?” Again with the raised eyebrows.

I elaborated further with an artificially gung-ho voice, “Nope! You’re going back to school! We’ll see friieeeeends and play tooooooys and eat lunch…”

Reid looked at his feet for a minute, then looked up at me again and said, “Eat lunch?” “Yep, eat lunch.” Because of course that’s what he latched onto. He considered that then with fresh hope said, “CHEESE?!”

I shrugged and said, “Maybe?” Reid looked at the door and yelled, “LET’S GO!”

Comments

  1. NEVER run out of cheese at home.

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