Interupting the recap for an anecdote

Speaking of G's germ-riddled winter season...

Monday of Thanksgiving week, I picked G up from school and took him straight to the walk-in clinic. Following her examination, the doctor prescribed antibiotics and two days off of school. She left the exam room and G began to cry.

Figuring he was upset about missing the school sledding party scheduled that Wednesday, I assured him that as long as he took his medicine, I would let him go to school for the sledding party.

He cried harder. And, between sobs, he said:

"But tomorrow is macaroni and cheese day!"

Told ya he dug hot lunch. [And yes, I dosed him with prescription drugs and let him go to school. For macaroni and cheese.]