Hey! Does anyone remember yesterday when I was all, “My kids are fakers and liars! No one is sick!” and I wrote a whole post about it?
Turns out they’re sick.
Then, this morning, minutes before putting Jack and Quinn in the car to drop Quinn off at school, Quinn started sobbing and saying his head hurt and that he was sick. I had to believe him because, well, because of yesterday, but also because he was supposed to go on a field trip to the bread store today and have lunch bunch after school, both of which are things he’d been looking forward to.
It’s quite possible I made the right decision as both of them have been quietly laying on the couch in a different room than me for a half hour.
So, to repeat: I am an asshole for not only not believing my kids when they said they were sick, but for accusing them all over the internet of faking. Did you miss that the first time? I am an asshole.
As Alex pointed out, even the boy who cried wolf ended up being eaten by a wolf, right? (Or maybe his sheep did, but regardless, at some point there was a wolf, and I bet that kid’s mom felt like a real jerk for ignoring his screams for help.)
This post is dedicated to Alex, who was practically rubbing his hands together this morning in glee and anticipation of my mea culpa post. “What are the chances that the day you write an entire post about them faking being sick that Jack would throw up all over?!” he asked delightedly. I suppose I’ll give him his delight as he was the one who had to clean up all the barf last night.
Edited to Add: It IS possible that Quinn is faking. He’s remarkably perky for someone who was laying on the floor whining an hour ago.