"And then the schoolboy with satchel, and shining morning faces, creeping like a snail, unwillingly, to school." - Shakespeare

There's a small part of me that thinks that - just maybe - Ian doesn't want to go to Russian school today.

He woke up with a croopy cough this morning, and Amy and I made the mistake of speculating out loud that maybe we should keep him home from Russian school. But the fact is, he has been home with me all morning, and I have hardly heard a cough out of him all that time - with one exception. Every time we discussed Russian school further, a sudden fit of coughing would erupt. And it was almost in time to the conversation. Something along the lines below:

Me: So I guess we should leave for Russian School around 2:30.

[Cough.]

Amy: Do you think he's okay to go?

[Cough. cough.]

Me: I think he's doing a lot better.

[Cough. Cough.]

About ten minutes ago, I asked him to get dressed (he likes to linger in his pajamas for much of the day).

Ian: For what?

Me: For Russian school.

[Cough.]

Ian: But Daddy, I'm sick.

Me: If you're sick, maybe you should be in bed.

Ian said something that implied agreement with that principle. And then he crawled into bed.

(January 23, 2010)