Photo Story Friday: Wolf!

This photo story was unfortunately stolen from my family blog, sorry it's old news.  It has been a hellacious week.  I've been so busy and ALL THREE of my girls have the stomach flu.  Plus I babysat my nephew, little bear (for all you Kaye readers), who also had to join in on puking all over my floor, and bathroom, and TV room and.. well you get the point.  It's been fun.  So here's the stolen story-


I can see a tradition starting here in our little family. This same thing happens every year in the second or third week of school. This year was no different.

Friday afternoon I was at home busy cleaning (he, he) when I was disturbed by the brrring! of the telephone. Yes I do indeed still have a land line so I still have to hear the high pitched sound of a corded telephone.

I made my way over to my phone and picked it up.

"Hello!" I said in a chipper voice.

I was answered with a very sad, very pouty voice at the other end.

"Mom?" Her voice shook as she said my name. Instantly mother bear was on the phone rather than rational Heidi.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" I quickly asked my oldest daughter.

In a voice near tears she said, "I don't feel well, can you come and get me?"

"What hurts?"

"My belly, I almost threw-up on my desk."

"Are you sure you're sick?"

"YES, I almost threw-up!" She said indignantly.

"OK," I said with a sigh, "I'll be there in a minute."

Mother bear went back into hibernation and my youngest and I got ready to go and pick the oldest up. We drove the short distance to the school and walked to the office hand in hand.

Upon entering the office I spotted my oldest daughter, K, in a chair in the corner looking sad and dejected. As I approached the desk to sign her out I proceeded to say hello to the secretary.

"I'm not so sure K's really sick," She said in a hushed but smiling voice. "As soon as she got off the phone with you she got a great big grin on her face and then hopped around the corner to sit in the chair."

With a sigh I said, "Well, I'm here now so I guess I'll still take her home. But, we'll have a talk when we get home."  We chatted for a few more minutes, then EM (my youngest) and I followed K to her classroom to collect her things.

On the way home I quizzed K about what hurt, how it hurt and why it hurt. Then I asked,

"Are you lying to me, are you really sick?"

In an injured tone bordering on whining she said, "Yahesss, I don't feel well!"

"Ok, but no playing or Nintendo today." I told her in a stern voice.

Well we made it home and K dutifully went into her bed and laid down to rest and feel better.

This was her an hour later:

We had a long talk that night that included the story for the third year in a row about crying wolf and told her she can't come home unless she actually pukes on her desk. Do you think she will EVER get the concept that she shouldn't lie?

  
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