Devon called home sick from school yesterday. He puked twice and the nurse was sending him home. So when he gets home, he walks in the door and sprints up the stairs and I asked him how he is. "Fine!" Really? He didn't feel sick, he just puked. OK, then.
Within an hour he was dressed to leave the house and started to walk out the door. Um, where do you think you are going?
"To the swim meet a little early." (yeah, 3 hours early??)
"No, you are sick, you are not going anywhere."
"No, I'm not sick, I'm fine, it was something I ate."
"Trinity, Sam, Hope-Anne and now you are all puking, it isn't something you ate."
"Ugh! I'm FINE!!!"
"Not going. But even if you WERE fine, you haven't done your chores yesterday or today, and that means you aren't going."
So he stomps off threatening to stay in his bed the rest of the night.
Pretty soon he comes down and asks to go because he really isn't sick.
"I didn't throw up."
"What do you mean, you didn't throw up?"
"I lied to get out of 4th hour so it wouldn't ruin my birthday. And now you won't let me go to the swim meet."
"How do I know you lied then and are not lying now?"
"Um, you don't."
"Wow, that plan sure backfired on you then, haha. You are not going, besides you still haven't done chores."
"Ugh!" (stomping and door slamming.)
It wasn't fun having to do that on his birthday, but I had to. But it is kind of funny!
