Poorly...

This wee fella was off school today...awful heavy cold, barking like a wee seal, and a temperature to boot.

He is quite a demanding patient though...as I was getting ready to leave this morning he asked if I could shout Daddy through from the kitchen. I jokingly suggested he might like a little bell to ring for Daddy...he liked that idea...'Oh yeah!' he said.

Later Mr R informed me that he'd been told, 'Right that's it your out of time!'
'Out of time for what?' enquired Mr R
'To bring me some food!' Obviously feeling a tad better by this stage.

He is a good bit brighter tonight. I'm hoping he can make school tomorrow as he missed his first Christmas concert performance tonight. If he's back tomorrow he can still make the afternoon and evening shows...that we have tickets for...fingers and toes crossed.