Sick

Christopher felt sick yesterday. I arrived home from work to a sleeping, yet coughing, kid. He had a fever around 100 degrees.

He woke up to eat a bit of soup and drank some OJ. The combination doesn't work for me, but it seemed to work for him.

He finished his homework -- contractions worksheet and the rough draft of his Social Studies essay. He wrote neatly enough so it could be his final draft -- he's hoping to see Mac play football tonight. He's a planner that kid even when he's not 100 percent.