And I Was Worried Why...?

I finally managed to take the MIM shopping today, for pants at Shoppers Stop three days before the sale ended. Phew! Achievement and big pat on the back due!

We were hurrying back because I had to take the boys to a birthday party and I was already twenty minutes late. As the car negotiated traffic and red lights galore, I got a call on my mobile and saw my MIL's name flashing on the screen. When I picked up I heard the EO's voice say, "Mamma!" and I thought I was about to be reprimanded for not being there yet and immediately started to pacify him when he cut me short by informing me that the YO had a fever. Damn! I told him to change and get ready for the party and asked him to tell his brother to lie down.

I was home soon and immediately ran into the boys' room where the YO was lying down with tears in his eyes. He was upset -- of course. He wanted to go to the birthday party too -- of course. He wasn't too warm and the ayah told me that my SIL had already taken his temperature and given him a dose of Calpol. Since the party was just across the road I thought I'd take him for a short while and told my little boy to get ready. He was out of bed faster than you can say "Happy Birthday!"

While we were getting him ready, the ayah told me that when the YO was told that he may not be able to go to the party because of his fever, he went to the bathroom, splashed his forehead with water and then went to my MIL and said, "See Nammu, see? Feel me here (taking her hand and putting it on his forehead) itsh cold now. Fever has gone. I'm fine and can go to the budday pahty. Right naa?"

Sigh...

And I was worrying about how he'll make the transition next month from Pre-school to Big School, why?!?