Poor girl. For weeks she had been talking about the Christmas play that her class was doing and that she was going to get to be a shepherd. Gramy fashioned her the greatest Shepherdess costume and we borrowed one of Aunt Susan’s canes from her collection to use as a staff. We were ready for the big day and then the night before came the fever. Here we are one day from being out of school for a few weeks and she has to get sick NOW? We nursed the fever all night and the next day decided to take her in just for the Christmas party. We figured the other parents would appreciate it if our kid infected their kids for only an hour instead of the 4 hours they are usually there. So, we all went, parents and grandparents and we watched the 3 minute Christmas play, staring at Brittain the whole time as she stared into space wiping her nose with her sleeve every few seconds. We clapped and as soon as it was over we scooped her back up and took her home to get well.
Bad parenting call? Who knows?! But she got to be a shepherd!
