Maybe I ate too much ice cream?

This morning as Stuart was getting ready for work, he started feeling a little sick. But he started feeling better and decided to go to work. This afternoon I started feeling a little sick too with a terrible headache and upset stomach. I dreaded having to drive the car to pick Nicholas up from school. All I wanted to do was lie down in the dark.

On the way home, I told Nicholas that I wasn't feeling good and my head hurt. He asked, "Have you been eating ice cream? Sometimes I get a cold headache when I take a big bite of ice cream!" Cute! I wish that was the problem but since I haven't indulged in ice cream lately and this headache has lasted for several hours, I'm afraid it is more serious than that.

Nicholas and I often talk about the crossing guard that we see between home and school each day. We saw her again today and Nicholas said, "What does crossing guard mean again?" I told him that a guard is someone that protects something and a crossing guard protects the children as they are crossing the street. He then asked, "So what does a stickleback gar protect?" Ha! He remembers us reading about the stickleback gar in a book we have at home. I tried to explain to him the difference between "gar" and "guard" but he kept insisting that the stickleback "guard" must protect something.

Stuart came home early from work because he was feeling too sick to concentrated. On his way into the office this morning, he had picked up a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts for his team. He somehow managed to save three to bring home with him. Stuart told Nicholas that we could each have one after dinner. While Stuart and I were both lying on our bed in the dark, nursing our headaches and upset stomachs, Nicholas was trying to entertain himself (although not as quietly as we would have hoped). However, at one point it did get quiet for a while and then Nicholas appeared next to my bedside. He said that he was hungry and went ahead and ate his donut. Then he said, "And it was so good that I went ahead and ate a second donut. You and Daddy will just have to split the other one." I guess that's what we get for leaving a four year old to fend for himself for dinner!