So Friday Andrew woke up not feeling so well - sinus and stuff. He asked to stay home (he usually doesn't) and the mean mom in me told him to take a Zyrtec and go to school. The weather was cold and messy Friday morning, so I called him when I got to work to tell him to be safe (black ice and all) and he was still sounding pretty miserable, but had started up his car and was getting ready for school.
Just a minute or two after I hung up with him I called him back and told him he could stay home. After a quick heartfelt thank you from him and promises to rest we said good by.
A 10:30 there was a knock at the backdoor. Our neighbor was wondering why Andrew's car was sitting there running.
For the last 3 hours!












