melancholyHe is still sick, a little, no more fever, but still a little wane. He gives me a little smile and says, "Mom. I don't want to be at game school, I want to be at home."
"Well. Hm. I'm going to work, Jet, so even if you weren't at school, you probably wouldn't be at home."
He thinks about it and then pats me on the shoulder, "Okay. I don't want to be at game school, but I'm here. It's okay, Mom."
*sigh* and I wonder why so many of us adults go to work sick...
