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Nov. 1st, 2005 11:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liralenThis morning, as I'm dropping Jet off at his pre-school, he's giving me a hug before I go. I've knelt down to be at his face level, and giving him a good hug back.
He is still sick, a little, no more fever, but still a little wane. He gives me a little smile and says, "Mom. I don't want to be at game school, I want to be at home."
"Well. Hm. I'm going to work, Jet, so even if you weren't at school, you probably wouldn't be at home."
He thinks about it and then pats me on the shoulder, "Okay. I don't want to be at game school, but I'm here. It's okay, Mom."
*sigh* and I wonder why so many of us adults go to work sick...
He is still sick, a little, no more fever, but still a little wane. He gives me a little smile and says, "Mom. I don't want to be at game school, I want to be at home."
"Well. Hm. I'm going to work, Jet, so even if you weren't at school, you probably wouldn't be at home."
He thinks about it and then pats me on the shoulder, "Okay. I don't want to be at game school, but I'm here. It's okay, Mom."
*sigh* and I wonder why so many of us adults go to work sick...
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