This morning Jake starts moaning about a stomach ache, he mentioned that it felt like someone was stabbing him, he was doubled over in pain and whimpering....so I say, "oh, honey you don't have to go to school" He positioned himself in front of cartoons, made a lame, albeit pitiful, request for the "big bowl" and quietly watched TV while Isaac got ready for school. About 9 am and lots of cuddles later (the best medicine for stabbing stomach pains of the most dramatic kind) I say to poor pitiful Jake, "Hey, I know, let's go to a movie!".
He asks, perking up quite a bit, mind you, "The Spiderwick Chronicles?"
"Absolutely," I answer.
He threw the covers off of himself and dashed up to his room to get dressed...A MIRACULOUS recovery...so I shout up to the speeding bullet that he has become, "Great, we'll go after school, be sure to get your back pack"
The look on his face when he came back down the stairs....