Ah yes, a child’s favorite past time: finding loopholes around and arguing about your bedtime to eventually conk out on the couch since your developing kiddie metabolism won’t allow you to stay awake past 10 PM anyway. Such fond memories!
And therein lies the dilemma, because seeking medical attention means drawing the attention of his parents. Which is the LAST thing he wanted right now.
The most common thing heard around our foster home: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!” followed by a frantic “IT’S FINE! YOU’RE FINE!” and a more desperate “Don’t tell mom!!”
Me, eating cereal for breakfast: “Meh.” Me, eating cereal for dinner: (in a French accent) “Aah! The flavor! The consistency! Tres magnifique! No other cuisine on earth can achieve such perfection!”
Ah yes, a child’s favorite past time: finding loopholes around and arguing about your bedtime to eventually conk out on the couch since your developing kiddie metabolism won’t allow you to stay awake past 10 PM anyway. Such fond memories!