Laura loves school. She cried on the first Saturday after she’d started Kindergarten when she found out that school was only held Monday through Friday. Her birthday fell on a school day this year, and that morning she said, “Don’t even think about sneaking me off to Disneyland for my birthday like you did with Courtney when she was my age.”
But this morning Laura said she had a headache, and asked if I would pick her up right after math. (I know. Even with a headache, she didn’t want to miss math. It boggles my mind.)
So I did.
When I picked her up she said she still had a headache, but seemed chipper enough.
So on the way home we stopped at the market to pick up a few groceries.
I asked her to help me carry in the bags. She grumbled for a moment, but did so. And on the way into the house from the garage, she began to chatter about her plans for the day.
So while I put away the groceries, I asked Laura to start emptying the dishwasher.
Laura sighed and said, “I don’t think you could survive on your own. It’s a good thing you have a sick little child here to help you.”