I think I am seeing the end of the sickness. For about a week and a half I've been battling the head cold from hell. It came from day care of course, my son has had it for about the same amount of time. But, thankfully, he's only had one night of fever and I've only been called to pick him up at day care once.

Speaking of that, I went to pick him up at day care in the middle of the afternoon because they called to say he wasn't himself and he had a fever. Lucky for me I have the Understanding Boss that every single mom wants. So I picked him up.

He seemed a little flushed.

Since the BF was also at home sick, I decided a trip to Wal-Mart would be in order because it had been at least 11 days since the last sickness in the house and I was all out of NeoCitran and good wonderful druggy drugs.

My child RAN up and down the store, talked a mile a minute and generally LOOKED AND ACTED PERFECTLY FINE. I will have to have a word with day care on Monday. Yes, I'm one of the moms that will pick her child up from day care if he has the slightest fever - but I'm not into picking up a completely healthy child from day care just because.

AND. Here's another day care gem.

Dropping the 3 year and 9 month old wonder boy off at day care this past week, I was treated to this: (I apologize in advance)

M.> "mommy, Fuck is a bad word"

Me.> "uhhhhhhhhhhhhh...heh....uhhhh"

M.> Blank and obviously innocent stare

Me.> "Yes, that is a very, very bad word. Even worse than Shut Up."

WHERE did he get this? I do. not. say that word. Maybe I did, way back in the day when he was in utero, or for that matter still an egg nestled in an ovary... but not recently.

Ok. There was that time we were almost hit in the cross walk. I DID say that word.

However, the child then qualified that statement with the point that his friend Justin said the word. Right. Justin.

This poor boy, Justin, is one of the 'Day Care Kids' that you worry about all day care kids turning into. He has good weeks and bad weeks. His good weeks are when he's at his dad's house and his bad weeks are when he's at his mom's house. He has bad Mondays after he's had to return to his dad's house from free-wheeling mommy's house. He's the typical kid stuck in a divorce gone wrong. (Like divorces really go right?)

Anyways, I informed the suitable parties and went on my way. We haven't heard the word since.

At least he can't really use it in a sentance.