That whole vaccine thing – apparently it doesn’t work forever. He had a few spots on his arm Sunday night. Then little P came home from school Monday, “Mom, look!”. Tuesday morning, off to the doctor for a “car visit”. We drove up in the car, the doctor came out of the building, one quick look and diagnosis made.
P will be home with me all week. All week. Home with me. Just me. No sister home to keep him occupied. No play dates, for me or him. And it’s raining. We’ll think of something.