I kept Sam home from daycare on Friday because on Thursday he had been diagnosed with Strep Throat. It's been going around in his class. When we visited sick call, to say the Dr was skeptical of our suspicions is a bit of an understatement. He looked at us over spectacles riding low on the bridge of his nose and with a stern look he flatly stated, "He's a bit young for that." It didn't help that Sam was literally bouncy off the walls with energy - obviously forgetting one of the symptoms of Strep is lethargy, or maybe more precisely, tiredness. And yet, after but a mere glance into Sam's mouth the Dr, with some reluctance in realizing he was wrong about his initial assessment, stated, "Yep, that's Strep. No need to even do a culture." So a bottle of antibiotics was on order and Sam and I would plan our mischievous adventures while wearing pajamas all day. It helped that snow fell that evening for us to play with, and Sam to eat, to help his throat of course.
Sam going to town on his breakfast and snack.
I let Grace dress herself - possibly a bad idea on a snow day.
Sam, DON'T EAT THE YELLOW SNOW!
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