We're now onto day 5 of Fifth's Disease here.
In case you were wondering--which I know you are--Fifth's Disease is this crazy-ass childhood viral infection thing that distinguishes itself because kids that get it get a rash that looks like they have "slapped cheeks."
Last Friday at baseball, Matty looked flushed, and it took me 2 innings to realize that he never gets flushed, and it was indeed a case of Fifth's. The fever came over the weekend for he and Amy, and he got to miss Monday from school.
By Tuesday, if Matty's cheeks looked slapped, Stevie's entire body looks as though it was trampled. The poor kid's rash goes from one set of cheeks to the other, and his itches to add to the misery. And mine.
He is so bored today but doesn't dare admit it lest I make him clean his room.
Or work on his Canada report.
And as an annoying Canadian aside, part of the never-ending project is to bring in a national food from the country to share with the class.
What the hell is Canadian cuisine?
If he goes to school tomorrow, he'll be bringing donuts and Labatt's.