Yesterday I got that call. The dreaded call in the middle of the workday, a phone number you recognize but wish you didn't.....because it is the school, saying "come get your sick child." Immediately.
Jellybean got sent home, on suspicion of pinkeye. I picked her up, and while her eye was puffy and swollen, and while she was swaying with exhaustion as she sniffled and rubbed at her raw upper lip where the constant boogers had irritated her skin, she didn't look too bad.
I asked her how she was feeling as we walked home in the sunshine. Hand in hand (as I mentally reminded myself over and over again not to touch my eyes or - really - anything else until I washed my hands) we strolled and chatted.
Me: How are you feeling? Is your eye OK?
Jellybean: No mama, I feel sick.............I have the hiccups.
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