John was doing so well. Now he’s missing his second day in a row, which brings the tally to 34 days. That’s over a month. I’m not sure I missed that many days when I had internal organs removed from my body. But that’s ok, his mom assured us that his absence is justified, “I don’t think he slept well. He said his muscles were sore.” If anyone has read George RR Martin’s series “A Song of Ice and Fire,” John reminds me of Prince Robin.
When we went to Busch Gardens last Friday I had to convince his mom (who tagged along) that she could go to a show with the other adults and that I wouldn’t lose John. Seriously, it’s a theme park and he’s fourteen. When we got lunch, John picked fruit punch for his drink. Until his mother told him to get the milk instead.
