|Little Brother C (left) and Big Brother B (right)|
About 9:00 a.m. yesterday, I got a call from the school nurse saying that B had thrown up in class and that I needed to come pick him up. I rushed over to the school and, as I was walking to the nurse's office, saw C stick his head out of the nurse's door.
I was much less concerned over B's health as I was confused as to why C was in the middle of things. Surely, he had not been called from his kindergarten classroom to assist with B's demise. But, there he was - curious and unsupervised.
He was firing off questions to both the nurse and me - Why did B throw up? Was he sick? Was he leaving? And, I fired right back - Why are you here? And, where are you supposed to be? Finally, the nurse told me to leave and that she would return C to his classroom.
Later that afternoon when I picked C up from school, I questioned him again about why he was in the nurse's office. From what I gathered, one of B's classmates stopped C in the hallway to let him know that his brother had thrown up in the classroom and was in the nurse's office.
Whether it was out of concern or curiousity, C made his way to the nurse's office to investigate. The nurse even admitted to me that she was surprised to turn around and find him standing there. When I told C that I was shocked that his teacher let him go, he said, "I didn't ask permission. I just went!" I assume that he asked for forgiveness when he returned to class. He's only five but he's already learned that asking for forgiveness is easier than asking for permission. I'm in trouble!
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