I have received two phone calls so far today from the boy child's school. Why you ask? Well it seems that boy child's teeth hurt. Yes, his teeth. Even I have to admit that this is a new one. And no he doesn't have braces, he's 7. And he does not remember being hit in the mouth or anything weird like that. I should also mention that I also got a call from the school nurse yesterday because the boy child was in the nurses office because his knee hurt so the sympathy card has already been played out. Since this was his third visit to the office today (before lunch had even hit) I brought him up some children's motrin. Being the good mom that I am, I signed into the office, put the lime green visitors badge on my shirt so as not to be acosted by the hallway police as I was an "official" visitor and I had the sticker to prove it and walked down the cafeteria where the boy child was eating lunch.
Oh and I had totally forgotten what boy child wore to school this morning!!! I couldn't find him anywhere among all the other little 2nd grade heads eating lunch! I had to ask a girl in his class where he was. That probably loses points for the mom of the year.
So anywho, after locating the boy child, I shook out two purple pills, handed them over with a smile and told him in my best mommy voice "Take these and do not go to the office again today unless your teeth fall out of your head, there is blood or a bone is showing." I'm thinking he got the message. Please don't call the child authorities on me, he was smiling when I left.
