While in the hospital visiting my Mom, I was talking about the boy and what he said to me as I was dropping him off for school. You see… he had a fever on Saturday and Sunday, but Monday morning he was FINE – just in time for school!
As we pull up to the school & he opens the car door he says, “I feel so weak; I don’t think I can make it up the stairs.” I said, “You’re fine. Now go to school and have a good day.”
Both my parents say something like, “You’re such a mean Mom!”
(Um, what? These are the parents that wouldn’t let me stay home from school unless I was bleeding out of my eyes or missing a limb. Seriously.)
Then my Dad says….
“Oh wait… remember that year when the girls had chicken pox and we sent them out trick-or-treating anyway? We just put sheets over them and dressed them up as ghosts? Didn’t we paint red dots on one of the ghosts?”
WHAT? You sent us out as ghosts while we had chicken pox? And then you painted chicken pox on us as a joke to make each other laugh?
My Mom said, “No. They were your freckles.”
Yeah, right. I don’t think so.
Mom said that she didn’t want to disappoint us by not letting us go out trick-or-treating… so they thought ghosts were a good compromise. And that way we wouldn’t scare the neighbors.
See… the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.