On the upside, there are grape popsicles! And movies!

If you ever were wondering what true heartbreak looks like, it is the face of a two year old who is told that they can’t go to the birthday party they’ve been looking forward to all week because they have a fever.

“Having a Fever” means nothing to a two year old. You might as well tell them they can’t play with their friends because they have Gout or Hammer Toes. It all means the same thing, really. YOU CAN’T GO DO THE FUN THING. Heartbreak is so much more…well…heartbreaking when it is expressed with droopy eyelids and flushed cheeks. “But I don’t want a fever,” Bug says. Like I can just take it away. I so wish I could.

Sleeping with Bug last night was like snuggling up to the leather seat of a car that had been baking in the sun for a few hours. I kept unsticking myself from him periodically, but in his sleep he could sense my movement, and would just hug my neck tighter and press his lips to my face in an unconscious kiss. He would wake up suddenly and say nonsensical things, or more weirdly, not nonsensical things, as if we were in the middle of a conversation. “How old Jack gonna be? On his birthday?” he wondered, freshly startled out of sleep. “He’s going to be three buddy, just like you’ll be three on your birthday, remember?” But he was already out again, his hot head heavy on my shoulder.

He was looking forward to friends, birthday cake, and games, but instead got parents, chicken noodle soup and a rectal thermometer.

It’s no fun watching your kid learn that sometimes life just isn’t fair.

1 comment

1 Don Mills Diva { 12.01.07 at 10:18 pm }

The poor wee dear. Hope he feels better soon.

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