At 6:15 this morning Brooke came in to wake me up..."wake up daddy, I can't be late for school" (this coming from a child who sleeps in until 9:00 AM most days). So I drag myself out of bed only to find Brooke completely dressed and pretty much ready to go....it was 6:20 AM (School started at 8:15 AM). So in an effort to pass the time and have some good father daughter bonding time I suggested we go out to breakfast to celebrate her first day of school. So just prior to walking out the door I stopped her so I could take the obligatory first day of kindergarten pictures:
We then went to get breakfast; on the way we made sure to drive by the school just to make sure nobody else was there (it was 6:45 AM). Along the way we were having a really good talk; she was expressing both her nervousness as well as excitement about starting school. Then two bites into breakfast she said she was not hungry...so after some discussion and a few more bites we left and came home. So we could get ready to walk to school. Well About 10 minutes prior to our departure...Brooke asked for a drink (which being a nice dad I gave to her)...Then it happened she __________ (fill in your favorite euphemism for vomiting). She was still committed to going to school...I had to tell her no she was going to stay home today (she had a fever as well).So less than one hour after her first day of school pictures...Brooke was back in her PJs and on the couch:
So I am left to wonder after such an outstanding first day of school...was she just honestly sick? Just really excited/nervous about school....or is she some sort of prodigy who has already learned how to work both the educational system and her parents and is already ditching school...(this would be quite impressive seeing how she hadn't even started yet).
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She is a real cutie! We are expecting our first girl in December.
Spence:
My youngest daughter not only suffered from "stomach-aches" up until the third grade, she was also able to (I am not making this up) push a fever of up to 99F which just happens to be the number at which the school nurse sends kids home. The mind is a powerful thing, even in a six year old.
whoops (a little trouble posting)-
i think that's a learned trait-
congrats on passing the secrets on to the next generation ;)
dude, i can't believe you fell for that...that's so ferris bueller!
Congratulations, Spencer. It's now safely past a year since your last post. And I'm still checking. What does that say about both of us?
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