Jello

My afternoon of cleaning was interrupted today by a phone call from Christian’s daycare.  He had been acting lethargic all day, and upon further investigation by his teachers, it was discovered he had a low fever.  I said I was on my way, happily put down my mop, and drove out to the school.  It is always easier to collect Tessie first, and then Christian.  The problem is that I have to walk past Christian’s class to get to Tes.  Today I managed to sneak by without him spotting me, and found a happy girl waiting for me.  We gathered up Tessie’s things and I told her that her brother wasn’t feeling well.  She said she would help me take care of him and, hand in hand, we walked into his class. 

Christian was snuggled in a teacher’s arms, looking like he felt pretty bad.  His eyes were glassy and his cheeks were flushed.  I picked him up and gave him a tight cuddle.  His teacher said he had barely eaten anything all day, aside from a little jello.  Suddenly, Christian giggled.  “What’s so funny?” I asked him, smiling.  “Jello!” he laughed.  I jiggled with him in my arms and said “jello” in a silly voice.  This sent him into a full on giggle fit.  As I gathered his things and handed them to Tes, I occasionally gave a “jello wiggle” and Christian went into another giggle fit each time. 

He continued his giggling as we walked down the hall and into the parking lot.  As I buckled him into his seat, he still looked sick, but he was smiling and laughing.  Tessie helped keep the jello ball rolling, so to speak, and together we kept Christian in a good mood, all the way home.  I gave Christian some Tylenol as soon as we got home, and he fell asleep watching a movie.  I’m sure he will be feeling better soon, but for now I am grateful that just a little silliness can turn a potentially crummy afternoon into a beautiful one.