When I came home last night from refereeing a good soccer game, my son was still up. It was way past his bed time. He was busy being a happy but tired toddler when he saw me.
“Daddy home, JayJay bunny, bunny jumping on Mommy and Daddy bed, Daddy home!”
He does know how to be adorable as he attempted to avoid brushing his teeth. The offer to join him in being a bunny was his best alternative to brushing teeth. Unfortunately, I’m usually a responsible parent, so the tempting offer was declined. We brushed teeth, sang a song, and he went to sleep fairly quickly.
On a typical night, this would be unexpected only for the time of night. Last night, it was unexpected because he had been sent home from daycare for throwing up, a fever, and odd breathing sounds. I thought he just had daycare crud. Daycare crud’s typical treatment is rest, hydration and lots of lap time. I picked him up after I left work, and we spent the afternoon watching Team Umizoomi, napping, and drinking apple juice.
And then my wife had several points of near failure in the medical system last night.