I did mention that Kevin took Lubbock out without socks, right? Well, I'm not blaming him ... but, Lubbock seems to have come down with a horrible cough, crackly breathing, snot rockets upon sneezing, and he's a little warm. Poor little guy.
I refuse to take him to the playgroup this week since I don't believe in sharing misery (unless it's chicken pox ... which I am desperate to expose him to ... anyone? Anyone?). I thought this meant that I'd be stuck with all 120 oatmeal raisin cookies, but Brandy offered (or at least said 'yes' when I asked her) to come get my cookies and bring the others back to my side of town. What a sweetheart!
Back to this morning ... I've run out of fresh fruit and waffles and haven't made it to the grocery store in a few days, so for breakfast I had to be a little creative. Cheerios and raisins is what I offered. Not accepted. I let him down while I searched for something else he might enjoy. As I turn around, I see my son digging in the trashcan and eating freeze dried bananas (something I gave him at dinner and he threw on the floor). At first, I was thinking, no wonder he's ill ... eating food out of the trashcan. But then I thought ... he's already sick and the vitamins in the bananas may do him some good.
Am I crazy? Does anyone else let their kid eat breakfast out of the trashcan?