so six's teacher called home
last thursday to say six
said he had a headache.

i went and got him.

he ended up being fine...
maybe had a headache but
as he slid down the railing on the way
out of the school
i knew he did not NEED to come home.

so six himself called home
last friday to say that he didn't feel good
and needed to come home.
i asked him if he was sure he was really that sick,
sick enough to come home
because if he did
he would have to lay on the couch for the rest
of the day and we would not be able to go
to the old fashioned carnival that night
like we had planned...

six started crying on the phone.

and in a heartbreaking sobbing voice
said "may-may-be its ju-ju-just that my
underwear are t-t-too small"

heh.

so.

i brought him over a bigger pair of underwear
and he stayed happily for the rest of the day.

and we went to the old fashioned carnival.

oh...and when i told the teacher that he seemed to
think that was the problem, she said, a little sheepishly,
"i know...he told the duty teacher that outside and
thats why i let him phone you, instead of me"

hee.