Yesterday, just as I was getting deep into my house cleaning, the phone rang. It was Nurse Laura from school saying that Sam was in her office complaining of a frog in his throat. She said that his teacher gave him a pass to her office and there he was saying that he needed to go home. She reported that he did not have a fever, and I told her it was most likely allergies as he was fine that morning when I dropped him off. I asked her to offer him a Tylenol (power of suggestion and all) and to remind him that after school we were going to go to the dollar store to spend his bounty from his Nana and Papa. I figured that might motivate him to stick it out, and it did. He got in the car, and the first thing he said was, "Where's my ten dollars?" The promise of new books always wins.
But, alas, this morning we awoke with another frog in our throat. Just where are those darn frogs coming from? Normally, I'd get his Clarinex in him, and cajole him upward and onward, but it's raining cats and dogs outside (we're supposed to get upwards of 3" of rain today) and I am less motivated to convince him he'll be fine when I know that as soon as I get him there, I'll be again receiving a phone call from patient Nurse Laura. So, it's a good day to stay in, keep dry, and find a way to make those frogs find another location to hang out.