I'm starting to learn I should always brace myself for whatever follows those words. I truly never know what is coming. But, back to that in a minute.
Our daughter is in first grade, and therefore, sick more often than not. We're currently in the middle of battling yet another illness; one that's brought along with it a relatively high fever and pretty persistent cough. This is Day 5, and I think --dare I hope??-- she might be on the mend.
As these things often have a way of turning into one sort of infection (ear) or another (bronchitis) for her, I took her to the pediatrician on Thursday morning after the day of rest and pushing fluids on Wednesday only seemed to produce higher temperatures and more coughing. This was when we got our diagnosis of "it's viral", and when I resigned myself to the fact we'd most likely be sitting in the same spot again next week and getting an antibiotic for at least one of the fore-mentioned delights.
On our drive home, she was uncharacteristically quiet. I knew she obviously couldn't be feeling very well, but a quick glance over my shoulder proved her to be doing okay, so I left her to herself and me to the radio. For all I knew, she was enjoying Phil Collins too. Besides, talking caused (and is still causing) her many coughing fits.
What she was actually doing was pondering a fact that had randomly entered her head. And then, doing a little math. When she'd thoroughly thought the whole thing over, she decided she'd let me in on it, very matter-of-factly.
"You know, Mom, in twenty years you'll be 50."
...oy.
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