little sickie

We were getting ready for school when a sad little man wrapped himself around my legs and whined "I don't feel good, Mommy; my tummy hurts." This was immediately followed by him running to the bathroom and throwing up a couple of times. Then he said he felt better. Gran came over to watch him so I could go teach my class, and he mostly just dozed on the couch while she was here. He never threw up again, but he had bouts of pitifulness for the rest of the day. He has been able to eat just fine, thank goodness. Tonight he told me he was thankful for me. So sweet.

He was delighted that we all watched Christmas shows together tonight, snuggled up on the couch, enjoying the Grinch and some classic Mickey and Donald Christmas cartoons. His little eyes are red and he is exhausted, and he's climbed into our bed to sleep (a sickie tradition). I hope he's better in the morning.

Something I forgot to mention happened yesterday. He knew we were going to Walmart after school, so I saw him loading his pockets with some change from his piggy bank. I asked him what he was doing, and he said "getting money for when we go to Walmart." I wondered what he was planning to purchase. And then, before I asked him just that, he said "it's to put in that red bucket for the people that need money for Christmas." Sure enough, later when we arrived at Walmart, he reached in his pocket and dug out his change and put it all in the bucket. I'm humbled by his generous spirit, awed at his thoughtfulness. What a blessing he is!