The little man and I are ill. Again. Last schoolyear we picked up all kinds of crud from his classmates, but at some point we seemed to build up an immunity. His summer school program, however, has thrown some new kids into the mix. Different kids = new and complex germ factories. The lad and I have dealt with this latest cold differently. He fell asleep around 6ish last night and didn’t get up until 7ish this morning. While I foolishly tried to medicate this cold into submission with some generic sudafed. I was awake and jittery all night long. So this morning, when I read a quote by some cat named Leopold Kronecker, it looked like this:
“God made the integers, all else is the work of man.”
But my tired brain parsed it out as this:
“God made the teenagers, all else is the work of man.”
Uh, yeah. I fear I’m losing my mind. And I’ve still got nearly a decade before the little man becomes a teenager. Just think of all the colds to come.