Another Sick Day

Little K’s fever burned through the night, and needed tending more times than my sleepy brain remembers. What I do remember is waking up late to a blaring alarm clock and wondering how I could have slept through that racket.

K’s big brother, H, hasn’t had more than a sniffle in the seven months he’s lived in Dave’s Home, and he had a perfect attendance record at school to prove it. He did, that is, until this morning when he was tardy thanks to yours truly. I wrote him a good excuse note to give to the attendance office, though.

Speaking of school, H came home yesterday with a certificate from the principal recognizing him for helping a younger student learn to read a book. He also got to pick out a prize to take home. Way to go, H!