Dear Sam’s teachers,
Sam was sick today, terribly sick, so he couldn’t come to school. He dearly wanted to, but just couldn’t lift his poor, achy head far enough off the pillow to make it in. Please send homework.
p.s. You should go now. Let Sam rest.
Are they gone?
Really? Look behind you. Is that one of them crouching in the back? They’re really all gone?
So, Sam was “sick” today. He claimed he had a headache and that his stomach hurt. I could tell by looking at him that he really wasn’t all that ill, but the kid has had maybe one sick day so far this year and he is such a great student that I decided to let it slide and keep him home.
He came with Quinn and me when I dropped Quinn off at school. I had parent-teacher conferences with Quinn’s teacher, so Sam went out onto the playground with Quinn’s class first thing.
I showed up after they’d been outside for ten minutes and found my poor sickly boy doing this:
Of course, this brief respite didn’t stop him after we got home from actually saying to me, “Will you fetch me some water please?”
At least he said please.
He’ll be back at school tomorrow.