I spent the day looking after this sick little boy. I knew he really wasn’t feeling well when I looked over at him while he was eating lunch and found him staring at the wall. Just staring. Then I felt it his head and it was obvious he had a fever. So Thomas spent most of the day like this – lying on the couch watching TV.

By Wednesday he seemed to be feeling better but continued to play the sick card to watch more TV. I’m wondering how a three year old learns that “sick” means talking in a low, pathetic voice and looking at me with big puppy dog eyes. Must be from watching his father.