Nathan, our child who never gets sick, had a fever this morning. I know I tend to speak dramatically most of the time, but he's about to turn nine years old, and he's been sick maybe nine times in his whole life. Yesterday I learned that a substantial number of kids at our school are out sick, and that one of the classes had a whopping 4 students in it. Last year, Nathan had no absences. He's just that healthy. Benjamin, on the other hand, had a dozen! He catches every little bug and because little bugs for Ben can mean serious danger, I always err on the side of caution and keep him home. Today I kept Nat home and I let him choose one movie to watch during the day. This is noteworthy as when I was growing up, staying home sick meant we stayed in our rooms, in bed. There was no playing or goofing off (this was wise of my parents, as we never wanted to fake it and stay home, it was no fun!). I do the exact same thing with my kids. It's not just a fun day of watching the telly and playing on the computer, it's resting so our bodies can do the hard work of healing. Nathan didn't want to be left alone in his room to read, but when he came out to where I was trying to work, I found he was just sitting on the couch, staring at me. So, I let him choose a movie to watch. He chose A Christmas Story, and of course I had to watch part of it too. Only part of it though, as I still needed to make my minimum of 1,667 words so I don't slip behind!