My middle schooler had his last day of school Monday. That’s right — we’re the latest family to be hit with (whispers) swine flu.
At least, that’s how I’m treating it. He ran a fever Tuesday and is continuing to cough up a storm. He had to miss the Rutfield Insurance vs. Grafton Pop Warner Little League final, and we’re humoring his declarations that if only he had been allowed to play, Rutfield would not have been so completely trounced.
I’m just hoping my third grader doesn’t get in on this fad. A good swath of the neighborhood kids are apparently infected with it. Luckily, school ends Friday and they have a couple weeks before the start of camp — with any luck, H1N1 will be down for the season by the time they start mixing with other kids again.
There have been perks for him. He’s spent the last two days watching the Military Channel to his heart’s content and I exposed him to “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” for the first time. It’s one of those geeky parent-child bonding moments. I wonder if I’d be pressing my luck if I attempted a “Star Trek: The Next Generation” marathon tomorrow so he can finally understand the origins of our late dog’s name?