He’s really acting like normal. I remember getting strep as a kid and wishing I was dead. He’s downstairs, singing Christmas carols. He keeps trying to tell me he feels well enough to go visit grandma and grandpa. I told him he’s stuck with me until tomorrow. I’m stuck with me too. Of course, the minute you hear that your kid is contagious, you can think of a million things you just HAVE to do outside of the house. Well, I only have to wait another 8 hours before the contagious part is gone, I think. I’ll probably keep him home one extra day, just because I don’t want to take any chances with the other kids who go to his daycare. I mean, I’d expect the same consideration, right?
Other than that, it’s a lovely day, and I think I’ll bundle him up and send him outside for a little while. A little fresh air will probably do him good, right?